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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 21, 2010 19:47:47 GMT -5
Ludvig looked up to Alaric as he asked if Hecate's condition was serious. "I think that ve have a case of exhaustion. Vhat she needs is some sleep and perhaps something to drink. Fluids vould be good."
Ludvig herd a crash and stood up as to check the source of the noise. He only had time to turn before a huge bowl of punch came spilling down. Some of the mess struck his leg, the rest continued onward beyond onto the floor where Hecate was now laying.
He sighed, "That vas not vhat I meant."
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 21, 2010 19:54:43 GMT -5
Junko squeaked when she realized the mess that she'd inadvertently made. "Oh my gosh!" she cried, flinging the bag away somewhere- where it landed didn't matter. "Is she okay? Are you okay, Doctor? I'm so sorry!" She looked around desperately for towels. Finding only mini napkin, Junko grabbed a handful and tried to soak up the mess that she'd made.
But mini napkins didn't really work so well in cleaning up a such a large mess, and soon Junko was met with a combination of red punch getting everywhere and red, soaked-through napkins. She sat back on her heels and groaned. She was just making everything worse.
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 21, 2010 21:01:33 GMT -5
Alaric let out a startled cry when his left trouser leg got splashed with the cold punch. Goosebumps crawled up his flesh as the coldness soon spread all over his body. He gave a small shudder as he brushed off a couple of ice cubes. He looked at the woman with a slight disdain, that was quite clumsy, and she got everyone wet. "That vas somevhat clumsy Miss..."
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Post by dr. ludvig von bakken on Dec 21, 2010 23:15:56 GMT -5
Ludvig shook his head. "It vas an emergency. She vas only trying to bring my things so that I could see that this student vas well. Miss Hecate vas it? Are you alright Miss Hecate, besides the punch that has been spilled on you?"
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Post by vincent james snape on Dec 22, 2010 0:07:31 GMT -5
Vincent enters the room
Oh god oh god oh god. In reality, there wasn't that much of a crowd just yet--the dance was just barely starting and many liked to be "fashionably late." Having helped set up for the ball, Vincent made a straight beeline for the banquet tables to avoid as much interaction as possible.
Unfortunately, he was unable to avoid the heavy presence of ladies' perfumes and men's cologne and was overwhelmed; it felt like his nose was being smashed into a brick wall, to say the least. His eyes began to water even as he skirted along the edge of the dance floor. Can't. Breathe.
A loud crash jostled his misery, and Snape quickened his steps towards the banquet table to see...ohhhh dear. The punch bowl had been knocked over, the contents all over the table, floor, and apparently now a new dress for one unfortunate student. A quick glance at the situation, and he was somewhat befuddled. But he didn't care. He just needed to get his question answered and pretty much get the hell out.
The gardener gently touched the arm of the nearest gentlemen next to him. "Excuse me...uh...Mister..." Damn, he really should have gone to that teacher's meeting.
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Post by alaric nicolas keznov on Dec 22, 2010 0:28:52 GMT -5
Alaric was about to reply to the good doctor but foot steps behind him distracted his train of thought. A hand gently touches his upper arm, successfully on not just distracting him but de-railing his train of thought entirely. A subtle sigh escapes him as he turns on his heel to face the source of the distraction. It was a young man in a green frock coat, whose's name currently escaped him. Alaric searched his memory and vaugely remembered being told that the young man was the gardener.
"Da, Allo? Is there problem I should know about?" he asked the man. The man looked absolutely terrified, was he scared of the crowd or did something terrible happen while he was supposed to be on duty? The thought that something might have happened while he was on duty scared him. He was supposed to be responsible.
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Post by elenora lucrezia biancardi on Dec 22, 2010 0:41:37 GMT -5
-Elenora- enters the area.
Balls. Formal occasions. Elenora could relate to that. This was her natural place, a set of familiar surroundings in concept at least. Tonight, she wore a burgundy dress and matching shoes. Pearls at her throat and at her ears accented all of the deep reds. Even in the evening, she kept a parasol on her arm, knowing full well how logically silly it actually was.
Elenora didn’t have much of an idea of what to expect at a school formal event. But, surely it wouldn’t be like the events she had attended with her mother and father? For one thing, there wouldn’t be a full retinue of armed guards patrolling the ballroom for trouble makers. As she stepped onto the dance floor, the girl only noticed one person standing at the door. And he didn’t even look armed! My God, he even left the door unattended and started wandering off to the banquet tables. Unbelievable.
The girl decided to follow Vincent to the banquet tables, heels clicking along the ballroom floor. Just what could be going on that would merit leaving the door unattended like that? Although Elenora didn’t say anything, the observant would note that her jaw muscles were clenched. Through the crowd, she began to make out a small knot of people surrounded by—was that a punch-soaked table cloth? A table? Two teachers with punch on their pants and a girl covered in the stuff? Elenora brought her fingers up to her lips to mask her pursed lips and half of her surprised expression.
Although the girl tried not to look like she was obviously staring at the scene before her, it was obvious that she was so distracted by the whole mess that she couldn’t adequately hide her interest.
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Post by vivian jane thornfield on Dec 22, 2010 4:41:57 GMT -5
Vivian enters the area
She was trying not to look at Ludvig. Vivian new her eyes were way too animated and would ive away her feelings the moment she would notice him. In stead she was looking around to see whe OJ had went. Not noticing him she decided to go stand next to a wall while waiting. It seemed to her that there was some sort of a situation going, but she dared not to intervene.
This was her third yule ball. The scents in the air were so familiar, the food, the punch, sweet odour of ladies perfumes... Vivian smiled and let some memories run thru her head.
The room was decorated with green and red. Her black empire waist dress glittered under the ligths of ball room. Everything was so beautiful. A girl from year five was walking towards her a mear second year. The girl was like an older sister to her. "Little Viv", she said affectionedly and swept Vivian's hair back. "Are you having fun? Danced with anyone?" Vivian shook her head. The older girl sighed heavily. "Impossible little Viv."
Vivian smiled a little bit to the memory. That girl had been a friend to her until one on the spring semester. Vivian sighed. Another unpleasent memory. She did not wish to think about it now,
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Post by michelle junko princeton on Dec 22, 2010 11:43:04 GMT -5
Junko put her face in her hands. What a mess she'd created! And now she didn't know how to fix it. If it hadn't been for the crowd that was forming, Junko would have left the mess for someone else to take care of; that's what she always did whenever there was a problem. But she couldn't exactly run away from this, not with everyone in the stupid ballroom watching!
"Oh gosh, what do I do?" she moaned, defeated. "Should we get a mop? Should we take the girl to the nurse's ward? Doctor?" she looked to him, her eyes pleading that he help her get out of this mess!
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Post by vincent james snape on Dec 22, 2010 18:14:39 GMT -5
Hm. Well. Was he going to go about this? So he prefaced with, "This is going sound...a little weird." He mentally kicked himself. "But maybe you know the students better than I do." Really, he could have. He was a professor, and most likely to know faces of his students. "But you--"
Vincent was interrupted from his train of thought by the dance professor's outbursts and looked once again to the disaster around them. The floor needed to be cleaned, the tablecloths cleaned, and the punch bowl replaced. It wasn't doing any good that more people were gathering to see what all the commotion was about.
"Sorry, I'll explain later," he said to the other man, "but could you please go and ask the kitchen staff if they can provide another punch bowl and clean tablecloths?" He turned to the dance professor. "Miss, maybe you can help," he paused, glancing over to the sopping wet student, "er...her to get cleaned up? I'm going to go find a mop."
Only after those words left his mouth did he just realize what he had done. He had...ordered people around. What. What. Ordering people around wasn't his job--well, it sort of was as groundskeeper--but to people he almost never interacted with? He hadn't been too rude about it? Oh, he was going to be sick.
Turning, the gardener nearly ran into someone who was standing nearby, and in a strange, awkward turn to avoid crashing into them, he instead roughly jostled their shoulder. He reached out with a hand, and to his surprise, grabbed hold of Elenora's shoulder. She was the girl from the reading room, right? "Oh, sorry," he said quickly. "I...I have to go."
Without another word, Vincent quickly escaped from the ballroom to find a mop. Maybe he'd just find someone else to do the job for him.
Vincent exits the room
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