*~* Dance of the Faerie's *~*

[Bella]

Bella had been exploring the halls of the school which she had just recently returned to, when she stumbled across her most favorite room of all, The Dance Hall. She smiled as she pushed the large doors open which revealed the enourmous room beyond them. She smiled remembering the dances she had been to and even the one she had started herself.

She decided it was time again for another Dance of the Faerie's. She had held this dance a while back and it was a great sucess so she thought she would try her hand at it again.

The brown haired, Irish Faerie stopped dead in the center of the room and closed her eyes. She consentrated on how she wanted the room to look, and focused the most part of her power into her hands. Slowly a small pink ball began to form between the palms of her delicate hands that were held inches apart. Once it had reached a decent size, meaning it was filled with all the information she wished it to hold, she opened her eyes, cupping her hands and tracing the outline of the ball until her hands came together at the bottom. Then taking in a breath she blew onto the ball as if she were blowing a kiss.

The pink ball flew from her hands and exploded into a shower of magic sparkels which began to change the interior of the room before her eyes. Large lush green oak trees began to stand around the room, the floor around the edge was replaced with soft green grass, and a large shiney wooden floor was in the centre of the room for people to dance apon. Laterns hung from clear string that was draped over the trees branches for the main lighting of the room, the room was enchanted now to look like a clear night sky with silver stars twinkling and a large full silver moon to add its own little bit of light and romance.

Bella stood back and admired her job, A job well done, I'd say she thought to herself. The room had been successfuly changed into a exsact replicar of the Faerie Realm on a clear summers night. Lastly she looked at herself, and closing her eyes again changing into a beautiful long, strapless, claret red gown, it fitted against her slender figure perfectly, flairing gently out at the bottom, tied to her wrists was a strand of silky material, coloured the same as her dress. This was defenately a change to her nomal outfit.


Edit: The link to my old pic stopped working so I found this one and uploaded it...also had to change the discription.

[Jazelle]

The clear sound of a pair of high heels made their familiar clicking as Jazelle glided into the Dance Hall. Earlier in the week she had noticed an announcement scripted on pale parchment tackled to a bulletin board outside the Ravenclaw common room. It spoke of a 'Dance of the Faerie's' ball which was to be held in the very monstrous room she had entered. Planning for the occasion, Jazelle had searched relentlously to find a dress suitable for such an event. Finally, after several trips to Hogsmeade, and Diagon Alley, she stumbled upon a gorgeous mermaid style gown with a lovely corseted bodice. A mildly sweeping chiffon train added an aire of noblity as satin ribbons laced up the gown's back. The front was simple but entire dress dripped elegance. After borrowing a sturdy sum of wizard gold from her parents, she was able to afford such a gown. Her silky hair trickled down her back in vibrant violet and deep rose highlights and ended at the base of her tailbone. A sheer gloss was always found on her pouty lips, and it was no different this night.

The fanciful interior of the hall looked as if it had jumped from a Grims Brothers Fairytale, and onto the wall, ceiling, and floor to create a glowing decor full of splendor. Orbs of light smoothly floated in mid air, creating a mood of romance, as did the shimmering moon, hovering above a clearing, encircled by trees. It indeed was the loveliest dance she had the pleasure of attending...but it seemed she was the only one, until her violet flecked pools caught sight of an actual faerie, dressed in a creamy pink dress, standing in the middle of the hall.

"Um, excuse me, but I was wondering if the Dance of the Faeries had started yet?"

[Anactoria]

The nymph landed lightly upon the windowsill right outside the dance hall, eager to see what this "Dance of the Faerie's" was supposed to be all about. A stray poster had managed to fall into her hands one day and it had made her begin to think. Why not have a little fun, a small charade? It couldn't hurt, after all.

A soft grin appeared on her face as she gently opened the window with a light click and flew in, her crystal wings shining in the moonlight. She had never been inside the school before, but there was a first time for everything. Hopefully tonight would bring a lot of firsts.

She came to the quick conclusion that her normal woodland dress wouldn't do for such an occasion, so she simply closed her eyes and imagined herself in a dress concieved all in her mind. Long and black, with a square neckline. Little silver ribbons sewn into it like little moonlight rivers, tracing their way all the way down to the floor. Yes, absolutely perfect.

When she opened her eyes, the dress was on her exactly as she imagined it. There was just one more thing to be done. Smiling, she unfolded her wings and allowed them to drape elegantly behind her. Nobody would know they were real, nor would anybody care.

Time to start playing the part.

Smoothly, she glided over beside one of the fanciful trees and leaned against it, glancing around the dance hall with cool, composed eyes. It didn't look like there were many students here yet, but she had the feeling that more were on the way.

[Bella]

It seemed to be taking longer than it had the first time for students to arrive at the dance. Bella's heart had started to sink and she was getting ready to end the whole thing. Unlike other times, no one seemed interested in partcipating in special events or going on big adventures.

Just before she could mutter the spell to undo the enchanted room a girl walked in wearing a beautiful mermaid style gown, so elegant Bella wished she had one just as nice.
"No it hasn't even started" she repliyed to the girl "To be honest I was getting ready to change this place back to the way it was. Thank you for coming" Bella said smiling sweetly to the girl.

Before introducing herself she heard a window open and another girl flew in, chaning her normal dress into a beautiful long black gown with silver ribbons lining it. She smiled to the girl and waved her over to join them
"Well anyway im Bella, Bella O'Shay. Irish Woodland Faeire and pround Griffindor" her accent was soft and sweet like an angels song and her smile was warm and comforting.

[Wyl]

Wyl burst into the Dance Hall, wearing a bizarre black and yellow set of dress robes. Attached to the back of that were a set of black and yellow wings that sprinkled glitter wherever he went. Instead of his usual thin-frammed or SpelloTaped glasses, he had a pair of thick black ones that maginified his eyes so much that it almost looked as though he was a bee, not a fairy.

"Hullo!" he trotted over to the girls who had already arrived, wings fluttering madly and showering glitter everywhere.

[Jazelle]

Jazelle's beaming smile once again appeared on her porcelain face as the faerie spoke. It would be terrible to cancel such an event...but it seemed as if many people hadn't the desire to show up until she did. Jazelle release her thoughts through the gentle flow of her bewitching voice, sending the grouping of words to float in the short lived silence.

"I'm Jazelle Wintacrest, and I think your Dance is the most lovely decorated I've ever attended. I'm sure more will come, so don't fret."

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

Morgan stepped into the dance with a very lovely outfit....to her anyway. It was a black and purple pvc corset dress, With black and purple stockings, and grey glovettes. The boots accented the look with 6 inch victim heels and three leather straps encircleing her legs. Her hair was in two curly black and purple pigtails, exposing her pointy elvish ears. Eyes once again that of a crystalline blue the only thing to comeplete the look were wings, and she had some. A spell gave her temporary wings, black and purple for obvious reasons.

Walking up to the two girls, she smiled ad waved, making her long black nails evident. "Hi. Great setup here."


OOC: Dress:



And Shoes:

[Bella]

Bella giggled as Wly showered her with giltter from his wings.
"Hello, Im Bella O'Shay. Irish Woodlang Faerie" she said speaking in her angelic Irish accent. Turning to Jazelle as she awaited Wly's reply she smiled and nodded
"Thank you for the vote of confidence, I really do hope more come"

She smiled to Morgan as she entered "I love you outfit and your wings are very pretty, good colours"

[Jazelle]

Jazelle was relieved that the lovely faery, Bella, didn't cancel the dance. Her violet eyes had caught glimpse of yet another arrival. A girl dressed in purple and black from head to toe indeed looked radiant. Approaching her casually, Jazelle spoke in her airy tone.

"Lovely dress. I don't believe I've met you yet, I'm Jazelle, a Ravenclaw student."

Her bright smile illuminated her features, and lit her eyes with flecks of garnet and lavender.

[Luna Seren]

Luna had been walking around the school for a while. Her classes were over for today and she had decided to get to know her way around a bit more. After a little while she found herself near the dance hall where she had been before, and wondered how she ended up here this time given that she came from exactly the opposit direction.
Then she noticed a familiar face. She saw Jazelle walking to the entrance of the dance hall in a beautiful dress and wondered what the occasion was. Curious as always she decided to follow and entered the dance hall where she saw a few people standing together, Jazelle being one of them.
[glow=cyan,2,300]"Hey! This a privat party?"[/glow]She asked smiling and walked over to the others. Feeling a bit weird in her normal clothes she looked at the others and searched for her wand. Transfiguration wasnt one of her favourite subjects for nothing and she had practiced on this kind of stuff for ages, wich was practical because she didnt have much money to spend on clothes.
[glow=cyan,2,300]"If this goes wrong please take me to the nurse"[/glow]She grinned and transformed her clothes into a tight black dress with a pink loose cover. After looking at the others she added little transparent wings to finish the look.
[glow=cyan,2,300]"uhm...tada! I'm Luna by the way!"[/glow]

ooc: hmm...little bit big...ehem...sorry n.n

[Sam Nanten]

"Well, this is.....different." said a young man at the entrance, his glasses slumping down at the tip of his nose.

Sam Nanten, unsuspecting to the student populace, was here of his own agendas. Though se had the seeming of an average student, he had.....other activities that took up much of his time. Being around this place had become a little wearisome as far as focusing on his job, so he decided to take a small break and indulge in one of these dances.

Sam was engrossed in his surroundings, and he grinned after taking all the magical adornments in. He was surprised that they had managed to recreate the mystical setting of the rumored faery land that existed near here. He had approached the punch table and decided to relax with a drink before going to meet anyone.

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

"Thank you." Her voice was quiet and loud all at the same time. A whispery voice you could hear on the other side of the school if you listened. "I'm Morgan of Gryffindor. Pleasere to meet you Jazelle." She curtsyed, then spotted a boy with orange hair, standing alone. "Excuse me." she said, walking over to him. Despite her boots, they were as easy to walk in as if she were barefoot. She looked at him and smiled "Hello. I'm Morgan. Who are you?"

[Sam Nanten]

"Oh, hello." he said as he was about to sip from his cup. Sam accidentally spilled a bit of punch on his black shirt, and looking down, he realized that he stupidly did not even think to dress appropriately for this dance. His hand slapped against his forhead, cushioned by his nest of dirty blonde hair, also something he forgot to tend to today.

"Anyway, my name is Sam. I am surprised anyone would want to talk to a thoughtless oaf like myself." he said, glancing around at all the students here in their lovely atire.

"So you are in Gryffindor? I wish I belonged to a house." he said, trying vainly to wipe the stain from his shirt with a napkin.

[Bella]

Bella smiled as another girl entered, she canged into a beautiful black dress and a see through pink overlay
"Pleasure to meet you Luna, I love your outfit". Soon her chocolate brown eyes drifted over to the doors that opened once more, and this time another boy walked through them. Smiling at the amount of people that entered she couldnt wait to get started.

[~<3~Morgan Voltaire~<3~]

She giggled, a shrill high pitched giggle that only she possessed. "Well, its a pleasure to meet you, Sam. And for what its worth, I dont think you're a thoughtless oaf." She looked at him curiously "You don't belong to house? Why not?"