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It was his first ever school yuleball, and boy had Rory heard a lot about these, they had become almost customary in his family to have the person's outfit tailor made and since most of the members of his family could sew this was not exactly a big deal, though they didn't make traditional kilts, Rory had decided to forgo such tradition, he didn't want to end up being called a leprechaun again by some idiotic person who didn't know the difference between Ireland and Scotland, instead, he had dressed rather formally, keeping to his own style while also being formal. The scottish boy had thought about a little bit of tartan but that too he had decided would be for another day, today was about blending in, well, as much as he could manage, Rory didn't particularly want to stand out, because standing out wasn't the best idea at such an event, though everything that he was wearing unlike probably everyone else, had been made specifically for him for this evening. After all, he only deserved the best he was better than pretty much everyone that was currently in this hall.
The scottish boy failed to spot anyone he knew though he continued to walking around searching for them, forcing a small amount of smile on his face, he knew that with the yuleball tradition and society said that he was supposed to ask people to the dance, but Rory thought of that as too much work, and after all, if he was going to attend the ball with someone they would have to be worth of it, not just some random nice person. Though as this thought crossed his mind he did think of Flavio, Annabelle and Alaska, all people he knew he would not mind spending time with. They were his friends, he was sure, none of them he thought were quite worthy of him, but they were his friends. It didn't matter that he got his homework off Flavio and Annabelle, or the rocky start to the friendship he'd had with Alaska. The yuleball to Rory was the best kind of time, he felt himself finally in something familiar, like his sister would've been included in. The scottish boy ran a hand through his hair and let himself stand at the edge of a table, making no motion to sit down or move into the dance floor, his gaze was just watching all of the people in front of him, for the first time since arriving at school briefly forgetting his annoyance and frustration over everything that had happened since arriving in New Zealand.
The scottish boy failed to spot anyone he knew though he continued to walking around searching for them, forcing a small amount of smile on his face, he knew that with the yuleball tradition and society said that he was supposed to ask people to the dance, but Rory thought of that as too much work, and after all, if he was going to attend the ball with someone they would have to be worth of it, not just some random nice person. Though as this thought crossed his mind he did think of Flavio, Annabelle and Alaska, all people he knew he would not mind spending time with. They were his friends, he was sure, none of them he thought were quite worthy of him, but they were his friends. It didn't matter that he got his homework off Flavio and Annabelle, or the rocky start to the friendship he'd had with Alaska. The yuleball to Rory was the best kind of time, he felt himself finally in something familiar, like his sister would've been included in. The scottish boy ran a hand through his hair and let himself stand at the edge of a table, making no motion to sit down or move into the dance floor, his gaze was just watching all of the people in front of him, for the first time since arriving at school briefly forgetting his annoyance and frustration over everything that had happened since arriving in New Zealand.