- Messages
- 4,524
- OOC First Name
- Camilla
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Single (Not Looking)
- Wand
- Curly 13" Rigid Pine Wand, Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 20 (21/9/2043)
Aine hadn't attended the last Yule Ball, having only been a first year she hadn't really seen the point. She didn't see much point in going in second year either, but Valerius had been insistent, and she knew she was supposed to show school spirit and show her face at different events. And the food at these events was usually good - she'd been lured out to last Valentine's and this year's Halloween by the spread they put on. Though now she'd actually dressed up for the occasion, she wasn't sure how she was supposed to eat or drink anything without the fear of making a mess of her dress. She didn't look nearly as glamourous as anyone else, she felt - her dress was a bit old, having worn it to Christmas parties for the last couple of years back at home. That usually didn't bother her too much, but now she couldn't help but notice and feel like she was sticking out in a bad way.
Aine had been lingering under a cloud of irritation for some time now, arguing with Cameron (and the fact that he seemed to take every opportunity to make fun of her) had put her on edge, she'd hated Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, and she felt like having only had three classes she'd had far too much time to be alone with her thoughts. So tonight, she decided, she wasn't going to think. Far easier said than done, of course, but that wouldn't stop her from just going straight in to the hall without hesitation (stopping to gape at the ceilings in awe and mild confusion) and, as ever, making a beeline for the food table, only getting herself a cup of water and admiring the outfits of everyone she saw. She figured she was probably supposed to wait for Valerius, but he'd likely know where to find her and she didn't want to stop him from dancing with girls in far better humour than she was. Already on a roll for not thinking.
Aine had been lingering under a cloud of irritation for some time now, arguing with Cameron (and the fact that he seemed to take every opportunity to make fun of her) had put her on edge, she'd hated Defense Against the Dark Arts this semester, and she felt like having only had three classes she'd had far too much time to be alone with her thoughts. So tonight, she decided, she wasn't going to think. Far easier said than done, of course, but that wouldn't stop her from just going straight in to the hall without hesitation (stopping to gape at the ceilings in awe and mild confusion) and, as ever, making a beeline for the food table, only getting herself a cup of water and admiring the outfits of everyone she saw. She figured she was probably supposed to wait for Valerius, but he'd likely know where to find her and she didn't want to stop him from dancing with girls in far better humour than she was. Already on a roll for not thinking.