Open Waiting For a Knight

[Molly Lamb]

Molly had hoped that by positioning herself tactically on the table closest to the dance floor, somebody would approach and sweep her up, but so far she seemed to be invisible. She wondered what she was doing wrong. Her hair looked nice, she had a pretty dress on, and she was smiling at every boy who passed her by. Maybe that was it. Maybe the smiling made her look desperate. She relaxed her face, massaging the ache in her cheeks. Five more minutes, she decided. If nobody asked her to dance in five more minutes, she wasn't going to sit here and embarrass herself any longer.

 

[Tyler Lee]

Tyler was hardly in a romantic mood, but at the last moment he'd decided to attend the ball for at least a little while. He was done being in the shadows, and he knew that everyone who was someone was at these events. It was just part of school life, and not something Tyler was willing to give up, especially not because of Blake. He kept an eye out for Avaria so he could avoid her a bit, though he didn't really care what she thought of him. That was a side effect of how things had gone recently, somehow, Tyler had stopped caring so much about what people thought. The boy headed over to a cluster of tables, casting a disinterested glance at the dance floor. He half expected to see Blake with Sierra, but he spotted neither of them. He also knew that they likely weren't dating, as that kiss hadn't meant anything to either of them. That thought annoyed him further, so he was frowning a bit as he reached a table. "Excuse me." He told the blond girl sitting there. He gestured to a bowl of snacks. "You're in the way."

 

[Molly Lamb]

Molly sat upright as a boy approached. Not just any boy - an older boy! The girls in her year were going to be so jealous. "Yes!" she said, thinking she was saving him the trouble of finishing his sentence. But then he gestured to the bowl of mini pretzels beside her and brought a swift end to her delight. She stared at him, mouth open, fire building under her cheeks. He couldn't be serious. He couldn't, like, actually be serious. Could he even see her? Here she was, dressed up, pretty, and available, and he was more interested in a bowl of snacks. She had never felt more humiliated in her life.

"You want pretzels?" she said, standing up and grabbing hold of the bowl. "Here." With that, she launched the contents straight at his chest.

 

[Sydney Townsend]

Sydney was only bothering to set foot at the Valentine's dance to confirm her suspicions that it was once again and awful waste of time. This year though she wanted to be on hand, just in case Samantha ended up going with Ren again and needed someone with actual braincells to keep her company. She hadn't spotted either of them just and was loitering around the snack tables trying to look as disinterested in the proceedings as possible when she spotted Molly up-ending a pretzel bowl onto one of the older Slytherin boys. Sydney wasn't really the sort of laugh out loud type, but she came very close, feeling a smug smile coil on her face. "I imagine he deserved that," She drawled, stepping a little closer to the pair. Boy's were such a waste of oxygen and Sydney wouldn't blame anyone for taking a few down a peg like Molly.

 

[Tyler Lee]

Tyler blinked at the girl's enthusiastic reply, but it seemed like she had been expecting someone else, because she suddenly reacted angrily. He jumped back, frowning as he was pelted by a bunch of small pretzels. "What the-" He frowned, glaring at the girl. "What was that for?" He scowled as another girl approached, who had nothing to do with this whole situation. "I did not. I just asked for some snacks." He said, gesturing to the pretzels. "You know, if you treat people like that, they'll treat you the same." He told the blond girl coldly, reaching over for a bowl of peanuts on the table next to them. He turned it over above her head, giving her a taste of her own medicine.