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James McCormick

    (02/15/2019 at 03:25)
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Truth be told, Jamie wasn't the biggest fan of dances. It was another excuse for guys to spend money on a girl they didn't like as well as they let on. But, of course, he couldn't be the only fifth year boy not going. So, he mustered the last bit of money he had saved to go buy a more modernized suit, in order to stand out from the crowd. Even the shade he chose was sure to turn heads, and the snake did enjoy that very much. Being the center of attention was something he craved at times.

So, after about twenty minutes in front of the mirror, Jamie finally decided that there was only so much a dollop of gel could do for his red hair. After one last twist of his locks, the boy strolled out into the corridors. It didn't take him very long to reach the meeting spot he and Piper White had agreed upon. The pretty brunette was awaiting his arrival, smile plastered on her almond face.

"Ready?" he asked before planting a kiss on the girl's cheek. A giggle from the Hufflepuff confirmed his devious thoughts, and off they went.





The Spotlight Dance was a decent idea, he'd be the first to admit. The music was loud, the decorations out of this world, and the Hall was packed with students. He didn't bother sticking to the color code, not really knowing how the night would go with his date. After a few songs, he decided it was time to sit with a drink, and he leaned into Piper's ear to tell her just that. The girl nodded with a smile, and turned to go find a table while he found drinks. The night was going a lot better than he had anticipated in the beginning.

It took a minute for the tall fifth year to make his way through the crowd, and to the refreshments table. There was a ridiculous amount of choices, and for once, he was pleasantly pleased with the works of Pilar Reina. He stood in front of the punch bowl where a tall raven haired seventh year was serving punch. It didn't take but a minute for the girl to begin flirting, gently stroking his ego even further.

But a quick glance to his right made the boy start tuning out immediately. At the far end of the table was a beautiful blonde, stunning in ways the girl in front of her couldn't even fathom. Without another word to the seventh year, Jamie took the cup from her, and walked over to where the girl stood.

"The punch isn't too bad," he offered smoothly, standing beside her. "How's the food?"

* Phoebe Black

    (02/15/2019 at 04:16)
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Tell her to show up in one of three colors, and she would choose none of the above. She’d chosen a black dress instead. It was simple. Off the shoulder and tight enough to show off her figure with a trailing slit up the side that stopped halfway up her though. Her hair was worn long and straight, the golden locks standing out against the black fabric that made up her outfit. Her makeup was subtle through the eyes but bold in the lips, which were a bright red.

She was the envy of several of her girlfriends. But she wasn’t selfish. She’d helped them look their best, too. And, after meeting up with a larger group in the entrance hall, they’d entered together. Phoebe took a natural place in the center. A lot of the people in the group looked to her to figure out what to do first.

They’d started at the photobooth, posing and throwing their heads back laughing as they took turns making faces and playing with the props. From their they disbanded a bit. Some opting to dance, some opting to take for photos. Pheebs made her way to the food tables. She was admiring the fancy french cakes when he showed up. Dressed in… pink and with a voice smoother than velvet.

“Why don’t you tell me?” she said and, smiling, she took one of the bite sized cakes in her hand and held it up to his lips. “What’s the pink for?” she wasn’t shy in eyeing him up and down, “Like red, but… swayable?”
kiss it kiss it better baby
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James McCormick

    (02/15/2019 at 04:32)
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“Why don’t you tell me?”

The mysterious girl brought a miniature chocolate cake the size of a coin up to his lips. With a coy smirk, he obliged her offering, taking the cake with his teeth. His lips closed over it as he begin to chew, his gazed never faltering from her own. Jamie took the opportunity to examine her beauty further, the taste of rich chocolate further loosing his inhibitions. The red of her lips only brought a dark yearning to the surface, the need to feel the soft petals against his own.

"Delicious," he said, after swallowing the cake, and following her traveling eyes.

“What’s the pink for?”

Jamie let his tongue roll over his fleshy bottom lip before biting it slightly. He shifted his weight to lean against the table, hands in his pants pockets as he weighed his options. But this girl was good, taking but a beat to form another rebuttal.

"Like red, but… swayable?”

She had spunk, and he liked that. After letting a chuckle escape, he shook his head towards the girl. "Nah, red isn't my thing. Besides, I look better in pink," he teased with another cheeky smirk.

From beside him, fingers grasped one of the same mini cakes she offered him. Slowly, Jamie brought it to her lips. It was only fair, right? "Your turn."

* Phoebe Black

    (02/15/2019 at 04:59)
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He definitely wasn’t someone she’d seen around before. A transfer? Or just an amazing summer growth spurt? She didn’t know and she didn’t care so long as she could keep looking at him.

"Nah, red isn't my thing. Besides, I look better in pink,"

He was definitely the type that hadn’t just grown up over the summer. No. He had the confidence of someone that was born good looking. Someone who knew they looked good and knew just how to work it, too. She could play that game, too. Reaching out, she smoothed his collar down, fingers trailing down the few buttons that exposed the very top of his chest. She kept her hand their. “Don’t we all?”

"Your turn."

Smiling wickedly, she leaned in a little and red tipped fingers looped around the collar, holding the fabric in her fist, she pulled him closer. Lips brushed his fingertips as she took the cake away. “Mm,” she agreed, smile not faltering as the sweet strawberry cake was chewed and swallowed, “You’re right. It is delicious.”
kiss it kiss it better baby
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James McCormick

    (02/24/2019 at 00:29)
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“Don’t we all?”

The warmth of her palms spread through his chest, spilling down to his toes. Truth be told, she was unlike anyone he had ever met. And that was saying a lot, considering he spent nearly all of summer with his lips attached to Corrina Buzolic. But, no, not even the raven haired beauty had a case against the angel before him.

The relentless teasing was something he appreciated, the way her perfectly manicured nailed fussed with his collar, even though they both knew it was perfect. He wouldn't have shown his face at the dance if it weren't. Every hair was in place, every wrinkle had already been smoothed. Jamie took extra care in his appearance, especially on occasions such as this.

“Mm,”

Her sensual hum brought a cheeky smirk to the surface. She knew precisely what she was doing, and it drove him crazy to see another equal at the trash school he had been forced to attend. The mysterious girl had no idea what she was getting herself into.

“You’re right. It is delicious.”

"I'm sure you are," he teased, straightening his posture to bring his body closer to the girl. "I'm Jamie."

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