Tartan Dreams

[Rory Fergusson]

This year, Rory Fergusson had decided it would suit him better if he went to the yuleball a little more dressed of his heritage, well, not really that much, he had been sent his kilt, but the boy had thought it a little too much, though he knew that he was worth of it, he just knew that the kids in the school were not yet worth of it, but he had worn a tartan bow tie, and he wore it with pride. He held his head up high with all his usual pompousness he was walking through the entrance to the great hall, he had not found someone to ask to the yuleball, Rory had not wanted to ask anyone who wasn't worthy of it, and his slight little crush on Estelle had been the one path he'd been interested in taking but from what he'd heard in the rumour mill of the school that she was going with someone else, and she being like him aware of status would not have picked anyone who wasn't worthy and he knew better than to interrupt such a thing. The boy hoped he might run into Flavio, but really the Scottish boy was just wanted to have a little fun so he was looking out for anyone he might know who he could spend time with. The boy kept his calm expression as he walked proudly through the hall looking for people he knew, adjusting the tartan bowtie slightly as he did so.
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[Alaska Waterhouse]

Giving one last twirl in the mirror, Alaska decided she looked presentable for the yule ball. Wearing a new light pink frock, the Slytherin felt rather beautiful. It was a simple cut, but paired with some white tights, and baby blue shoes the ensemble became more unique, more Alaska. Finally finding the courage, the blonde walked up to the Great Hall. She felt rather hesitant as she was fashionably late; the hall already radiating energy. The girl had intentionally missed the ball last year for she wasn't the best in large crowds, or dancing for that matter - but she did enjoy dressing up, and drinking punch. So, Alaska mustered up the confidence to attend this time around.

Discreetly slipping behind the doors into the hall she was amazed with the decorations, and the number of students who made the effort to show up. Gracefully walking around the hall, Alaska made an effort to avoid the over giddy first years and any couples in sight. Finally finding the punch table, Alaska gave a tense smile; the strawberries floating on the top and potentially throughout the mixture meant she had to get rid of the cup. The yule ball was not the place to have an allergic reaction, the social humiliation would be utterly tragic. Scouting for someone to dump her punch with, Alaska smiled, relieved to see no other than Rory Fergusson. His back was to her, Alaska surprised to see him without company; he seemed popular enough to have a date. Waltzing over to him, she didn't even bother to give a polite hello, Alaska just had to get rid of the stupid liquid in her glass, "Rory, would you be a love and take my punch? I can't drink it with the all of the strawberries," she rolled her eyes, due to the inconvenience and handed him the punch before he could deny the cup. Quickly, Alaska 'checked him out' as her sister would say. She couldn't deny, he did clean up well.

Noticing his tie was a bit off centre the blonde stepped closer, not caring wether or not he wanted her fashion assistance, and straightened the plaid bow tie, "The bow tie is my favourite part of your outfit Ro," she hoped her compliment didn't come off snarkily, since it was sincere.
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[Rory Fergusson]

Rory glanced around when Alaska started speaking and the smallest of smiles graced his lips upon seeing her, she was worthy of his time that was for sure. The young slytherin took the cup of liquid that was being handed to him and took a small sip of it just to see if it was truly as bad as she was saying, "Why'd ye take it then?" he said his face twisting into disgust as he realised how too sweet this drink was and rather than doing anything proper with it he just tossed it carelessly on to the ground and stepped away from it slightly taking Alaska by the wrist and pulling her slightly away from the spill so that it wouldn't get on either of their shoes or clothes. Rory glanced the girl over, it was a rather nice outfit, he thought it suited it but him saying something nice about someone else was a rather unique feat that was unlikely to happen.

However she stepped closer to him and fixed his bow tie he looked first confused about what she was doing and then settled when he realised she was just fixing it rather than doing something else, "Well, ah cannae be struttin' aboot in a kilt so gotta have somethin' so people dinnae think i'm fae either here or ireland," he explained, implying in his tone that clearly he was above everyone and didn't need to be dragged down by their ignorance of his culture, "Yers outfits nice tae, yer a bonnie lass" Rory added sounding less sincere than Alaska had, but there was definitely an attempt, "Ye wanna dance?" he pointed over to where others had begun dancing shrugging slightly towards it, he liked Alaska, he wouldn't mind dancing with her, she was worthy of it. Worthy of his time and though she from his knowledge wasn't pureblood there was no harm in spending time with someone who would be worthy of such a blood type.
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[Alaska Waterhouse]

Knowing there would be a reaction to the punch, the blonde watched Rory's face. She couldn't suppress her chuckle as his face expressed utter disgust, making Alaska feel glad she wasn't able to drink it. Rolling her eyes at his question, Alaska came up with a believable answer, "I'd heard good things about the punch, although they probably don't have tastebuds judging by your reaction," giving a shrug, the blonde was rather unbothered about loosing her drink. Watching him toss the cup aside, Alaska was glad Rory got rid of the drink for her - allowing him to look like a snob rather than herself. The blonde could've cared less that her punch made a mess, and stepped aside not wanting her shoes to get wrecked.

As she finished with his bow tie, she noticed him tense up, and Alaska rolled her eyes. They were friends, the girl wasn't able to understand his need for a personal bubble. Stepping back, she smirk at his comment - in agreement with the meaning. "You walking around in a kilt?" she commented, as Scottish as Rory was the blonde just couldn't picture it. The girl was not one hundred percent sure what a 'bonnie lass' was, and was hesitant about accepting the flattery. "If I didn't know you Rory, I'd say that was an attempt at a compliment," she nudged him playfully. Alaska was in particularly good spirits, it felt nice to be with her friend again. Following his gaze to the dance floor, the blonde wasn't going to be a b*tch about dancing, even though she was useless on the floor. "I'd love to," she replied, putting on a confident face - she linked her arm with the boy's and followed him to the dance floor. Alaska appreciated Rory, he was a good guy. A bit rough around the edges, but ultimately a good guy.
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