Where Is Your Boy Tonight - Death Eaters, Evans !

[Benoite Guinevere Rowle]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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Celeste sighed, this body was getting old, fast. She missed her hair color, she missed the way she could dress. She had changed Lacey's style a bit, but she didn't make it her own. She didn't want this girl looking like her, and she didn't want to look like this girl. Though, no one seemed to suspect anything as of yet, so she wasn't completely failing. She opened her trunk, and she pulled a dress out of the darkness in there. She hung the dress on a bed post, and she waved her wand in front of it, and removed the wrinkles. She had been eying this dress for a while, and she was glad she didn't even have to use her money to buy it; she could just use the bitch she killed's money. One of her room mates moved behind her and looked at the dress, "Who died, Lace?" She joked. Celeste looked over her shoulder, snapping before she could stop herself, "Vous si vous ne fermez pas votre bouche, salope." Calling the girl out, her mouth being foul. The other seemed stunned, and she scuttled away from her. She turned her head back around, and she held her chin high, pulling her blond hair up slowly.

She pursed her lips, and she finished her make up. She grabbed her mask, and she covered her eyes. She said nothing to the rest of the girls around her, and she slithered out of the dorm. Her steps were practiced and slow, and her head was held to one side with a mild tilt. She brought her hand up to her mouth, and she pressed her ring to her lips. She missed her home, sister and everyone else she was used to in her house. She would just take it out on someone later, she had her eyes set on a certain Lion anyhow. She and Bella had been talking about something, Ana jumping in as well. They had some issues with a fellow death eater, and they would see where he really fell in their ranks. If he didn't fair well? Well, they would deal with that later.

She started to take the steps slowly, the mild train of her dress filling out behind her. She saw some men move out of the way, ducking their heads at the site of her. She rolled her lips back, not looking at them really. She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, and she walked carefully down the stairs, she didn't want to fall, even if not in her own body. She looked at the doors of the great hall, and she didn't see anyone she knew right off the bat. She sighed, and she pushed the doors. She swayed as she walked into the snowing room, and she felt odd. Something in this room didn't feel right, and she didn't like it, she wanted to just find the girls, get the other girl, and get on with her evening, but this room made her feel like it wasn't that simple. What sort of foolery was this?

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Ana, Bella, Evans TAGGED
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[bellatrixblack]

it's in your head
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Bellatrix Black smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She had just finished perfecting her make-up in the mirror for the Yule Ball. She had contemplated whether or not she should be at the ball, but had recently decided to go because her mother had bought a beautiful white dress to wear. Now Bella was never into the whole fashion stuff, but even to her, this dress was breath taking.
She allowed her wand to straighten her hair before tying it up into a low side bun, letting her fringe fall in perfect curvature to her face.

She looked around, noticing that everyone was either getting ready, or had left for the ball, commenting on how exciting it would be. She smiled. The whole plan for this evening should go down without a hitch.
She pulled on her dress, the zip doing up itself. It was a perfect fit. She once again smiled and she did a little twirl in front of the mirror. She was ready.

She grabbed her clutch purse, though small it may be, she charmed it so that the bag could fit more in it than she needed. She put her wand in the bag that was filled with necessities and walked out of the room. Her mask was clasped tightly in her hand and she pulled up her dress slightly so her heels would not tear the light fabric. Could this night get any better? She asked this to herself as she made her way to the great hall. She looked as students were out in the lobby part talking away, but as she looked, she would not find any sign of the blonde headed Ravenclaw she needed, nor her sister. She sighed, she felt this may prove difficult.

She pushed open the vast doors and she felt her feet shuffle forward. It was as if she were stepping into a winter wonderland. The hall was snowing. She smiled, pulling on her mask and entering the hall fully. All of a sudden, Bella felt a bit nauseous, which soon subsided. She looked around, her mind coming to complete blank as she tried to find her dear friends. This night was important! She started walking, her mind going speeds she couldn't comprehend. She couldn't understand what the hell was going on. She felt her skin rise as goose-bumps took over. This was proving very difficult.

She made her way to the punch table, trying to eye out a blonde girl but it was as if she couldn't distinguish between all the other girls in the room. She shook her head but kept trying to find her friends. This was too important for something like this to fail.

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[analiese]

we're running this town
• • • JUST LIKE A CLUB

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Analiese loved balls because they gave her an excuse to go out and spend her parents’ hard earned money on an expensive dress that would only ever be worn once before being stashed away in the back of her closet. She loved dressing up and wearing the finest wizard-made clothing and this Yule Ball was no exception, she had gone out a few weeks prior to the ball and purchased a beautiful white and black patterned dress—while it wasn’t a floor length gown like she probably should have bought, she still found it to be quite lovely and decided to wear it anyway, regardless of whether or not the short length was permissible or not. She found the whole concept behind this year’s ball to be a little silly, she didn’t want to find herself dancing with some disgusting Gryffindor or Hufflepuff but unfortunately there was really no way to tell who was who thanks to the stupid masks that everyone was required to wear.

Her long, bony fingers delicately brushed over the Venetian Mask she had procured, black and white just like her dress, before drawing in an excited breath and placing the mask over her face—magically sticking to her, unable to be taken off until the dance was over or the faculty decided that the students could reveal their identities.

The Slytherin’s lips quirked into a smirk, snatching up her wand and hiding it in the lining of her dress before leaving the dormitory and making her way towards the ball, her high heels click-clacking against the stone floors. Despite the fact that the masks and whatever charm that had been cast over Hogwarts made it so that you couldn’t tell who was who she was still easily able to make out her sister amongst the crowd of students. But that was only because she had seen the dress beforehand, “What a pleasant surprise to see you here, looking lovely as always.” She smirked. Part of her wished that her sister could end this charade of masquerading around Hogwarts as that bimbo Ravenclaw that she’d offed a few months back but she knew that at this point that simply wasn’t an option. A small sigh escaped through her parted lips, she and her sister weren’t exactly the warmest people there were but they still cared deeply for one another and she would have preferred to see her sister rather than the face of someone else.

“Well this party blows, what say you to livening it up a bit?” All they needed was the star player in their plot and they’d be set…

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[lily]

Lily sighed as she stared at her reflection, contemplating the idea of avoiding the night's dreaded festivities. She didn't feel like dressing up, nor did she feel the need to put on a mask - both figuratively and literally - when interacting with her peers. It was ridiculous, but when the Prefects and Head Students had been informed of Dumbledore's reasoning, it made a bit of sense. "The goal for the event is unity among all students, regardless of house, blood status, physical appearance, and many more contributing factors. I hope, as should all of you, that with this dance everyone shall gain new friends and allies based not on previous prejudices, but by the cohesiveness of individual personalities interacting with one another."

Part of Lily wanted to ring the Headmaster's neck for suggesting such a thing. Who the bloody hell wouls continue associating with someone they spoke to at the dance the moment they realized that they were speaking to one of their worst enemies? Or a Death Eater? Did he really expect this to work?

Adjusting the bust of her dress, Lily quickly placed her mask over her emerald eyes - quickly disguised by an unidentifiable charm - and strode out of Gryffindor Tower. She couldn't help but wonder what Severus would be wearing. Merlin knows it would be a pain to try and find him, tapping every bloke's shoulder until she got a snippy or sarcastic reply to one of her many annoying questions she would ask. It was a sad strategy, but she knew it would work; nothing annoyed Sev more than simpering girls asking pointless questions.


[[OOC: Not done yet]]