Pretty People

[Noemie Snow]

Noemie had worn a little pink dress, this wasn't as important a celebration as the yuleball celebration and more to that, she just liked being a little more casual when it came to this evening than any other evenings. So her dress was not overly formal but she liked it. The part-veela let her hair hang loose, natural curls cascaded down her shoulders. She walked into the great hall, and had to lament another quiet and lonely dance. She wished she could spend time with the boy who she'd fought with several times but even he had lost interest in her it appeared. She still liked him which was a growing problem. There had been something about the way he angered her, and made her feel that had just been attractive to the part veela. The girl moved around the room, looking out for him and her friends. She hoped to seem at least one of them during this celebration, if she didn't it would be exceedingly boring. She'd leave early. Noemie had to admit though she had good friends and liked the school it wasn't everything she had believe it would be. She had had such high hopes for herself, but at every step she could never achieve high enough. but tonight wasn't a night to sit with thoughts upon that.
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[Asmodeus Snow]

Asmodeus Snow didn't exactly dress up for the event. Valentine's day was not a day for him. Not at all. However, the Slytherin fourth year did take special care in his hair. It was perfection in every way, thanks to his Veela genes. He made his way through the Great Hall, searching for someone. Asmodeus wanted to actually have a nice time at one of these, for once. His red eyes only settled for one person, someone that he had grown affections for. He still could hardly believe it himself. The fourth year finally found her. Asmodeus didn't know if he wanted to be mean, or actually be nice. He decided, ultimately, just to be himself. "These things are so boring," Asmodeus commented, as his hair fell in his face, covering half of it. It was the way he wore his hair nowadays, and felt that it was a shield, to hide behind.
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[Noemie Snow]

Noemie looked up when someone spoke and couldn't help the little smile which graced her features as the very boy she'd been thinking started speaking, she had to admit the events weren't particularly fun, they were good when you managed to dance or find people to spend the time with, but standing over at the edge of the room eating something or getting a drink it was pretty dull. Most of her times at the yuleball had been fun because of the fights she had had with this very boy. It was a little excitement, "It was almost better when you were ruining my dress," she replied with a small smile, knowing it was quite boring. "I guess it might be fun with a date or something, it gives it a little more purpose," Noemie added looking at the people around them who clearly were quite happy, dancing away with various others. They didn't seem to be having a bad time, so maybe the key was having someone to pretend with that this celebration was actually good. The part veela glanced at the boy, "Do you think it's easier to sneak around in other parts of the school when everyone is here focused on this event?"
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