Post by Tori on Oct 11, 2007 17:35:44 GMT -6
Alfred Jeremy Warhol sat on his bed, scowling down at a piece of folded parchment. Next to him in the bed was his costume. A black cape, black hat, black mask, black pants and shirt, black boots, and a metal costume sword that his grandfather made his father. He hadn't changed yet. He had a whole hour before the dance started, so why get dressed too early. Some people were down at dinner, but AJ didn't usually eat meals in the Great Hall. Why do so when you have no one to sit with? He was perfectly content eating in the kitchens with the house elves. They always had more than enough for AJ.
Did Al really want to go to the masquerade? That was the question, wasn't it? Al had been very excited ever since he made his decision to ask Dani to accompany him. Her quick rejection shot down his excitement automatically. He'd thought about it long and hard, and had come up with several scenarios. She had no dress, no means to get a dress, and no desire to find those means. She was still upset by the death of Dane and was not ready to be anyone's "date" quite yet. She didn't know Al too well, and thought it might be appropriate to get to know someone before you agree to accompany them to a dance. Or maybe it was all three.
Who sent this? Al wondered, still scowling down at the parchment in his hands. He hadn't opened it yet, for his knowledge of the lack of curse-powder control at the school. Anyone could have sent him this and put some bubotuber pus inside, or some other random curse. He was surprised that he didn't die touching it. Yet, there was no one murderous at the school (with the exception of whoever raped those poor students...just terrible), and AJ was sure Ike was way too stupid to know how to curse anything, so it had to be safe. With a sigh, Al unfolded the paper and felt lightheaded at the sight of a familiar messy script.
Al,
Please wait outside the dance, I need to talk to you.
Dani
A glimmer of hope suddenly awakend inside of Alfred, and the faintest hint of smile appeared on his face. Had she changed her mind and decided to come with him? Did she have some really, really good explanation of why she said no? Or was it even her? AJ suddenly scowled. Ike and Malcom, or even Oliver, playing a prank on Al just to see if he'd fall for it, and then they'd jump him...again. But Al shook his head. It was Dani's handwriting; he'd know it anywhere.
With new enthusiasm, Al placed the note on his nightstand and started to dress into his carefully pressed costume. He combed his hair less than usual, as it would be underneath a hat. His mask covered most of his face, and he had managed to get in the contacts that he never wore. It was odd not wearing his glasses, but he would deal, for the sake of his mask. It would be a bit goofy looking to wear glasses with a Zorro mask. Once his ensemble was complete, Al gave himself a once-over in his mirror to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, grabbed his sword and escaped out the doorway.
Once at the Great Hall, AJ could see people filing in wearing elaborate costumes; everything from a southern belle to an edwardian lord. There was no sign of Dani, though. Well, the crowd was quite large, and they had to give their tickets to the ticket-taker. He would probably find her once the chaos died down a bit. Sighing, Al walked down his final flight of stairs and waited at the bottom for any sight of Dani. Who knows if she'd even be dressed up? She might come down in her basketball shorts. Again.
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Did Al really want to go to the masquerade? That was the question, wasn't it? Al had been very excited ever since he made his decision to ask Dani to accompany him. Her quick rejection shot down his excitement automatically. He'd thought about it long and hard, and had come up with several scenarios. She had no dress, no means to get a dress, and no desire to find those means. She was still upset by the death of Dane and was not ready to be anyone's "date" quite yet. She didn't know Al too well, and thought it might be appropriate to get to know someone before you agree to accompany them to a dance. Or maybe it was all three.
Who sent this? Al wondered, still scowling down at the parchment in his hands. He hadn't opened it yet, for his knowledge of the lack of curse-powder control at the school. Anyone could have sent him this and put some bubotuber pus inside, or some other random curse. He was surprised that he didn't die touching it. Yet, there was no one murderous at the school (with the exception of whoever raped those poor students...just terrible), and AJ was sure Ike was way too stupid to know how to curse anything, so it had to be safe. With a sigh, Al unfolded the paper and felt lightheaded at the sight of a familiar messy script.
Al,
Please wait outside the dance, I need to talk to you.
Dani
A glimmer of hope suddenly awakend inside of Alfred, and the faintest hint of smile appeared on his face. Had she changed her mind and decided to come with him? Did she have some really, really good explanation of why she said no? Or was it even her? AJ suddenly scowled. Ike and Malcom, or even Oliver, playing a prank on Al just to see if he'd fall for it, and then they'd jump him...again. But Al shook his head. It was Dani's handwriting; he'd know it anywhere.
With new enthusiasm, Al placed the note on his nightstand and started to dress into his carefully pressed costume. He combed his hair less than usual, as it would be underneath a hat. His mask covered most of his face, and he had managed to get in the contacts that he never wore. It was odd not wearing his glasses, but he would deal, for the sake of his mask. It would be a bit goofy looking to wear glasses with a Zorro mask. Once his ensemble was complete, Al gave himself a once-over in his mirror to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, grabbed his sword and escaped out the doorway.
Once at the Great Hall, AJ could see people filing in wearing elaborate costumes; everything from a southern belle to an edwardian lord. There was no sign of Dani, though. Well, the crowd was quite large, and they had to give their tickets to the ticket-taker. He would probably find her once the chaos died down a bit. Sighing, Al walked down his final flight of stairs and waited at the bottom for any sight of Dani. Who knows if she'd even be dressed up? She might come down in her basketball shorts. Again.
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