Open Wow..This Sucks

[Miroslav Petrov]

Miroslav could admit he had found hogwarts pretty boring. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but it was nothing like what he'd thought it would be like. Extremely disappointing really. Miroslav wasn't sure what he was expecting really but it was nothing like that in the slightest. It was disappointing in a way he hadn't really thought. But it was almost over. Not that Miroslav was any more excited about going home. The slytherin had come to the yuleball - with a lack of other things to do - and was watching others as they danced and had fun. He was mostly just drinking in the side of the hall, a foot outstretched intending to trip anyone up who passed.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

Initially, Morrie had no intention of attending the Yule Ball, but the noted absence of pressure from her roommate to attend after she dramatically announced that she wouldn't be attending made her reconsider, if only to prove a point. She had no outfit prepared, instead opting for a combination of the smartest clothes she owned.

When she arrived in the hall, she didn't really know where to go. She had no friends. She didn't like anyone at Hogwarts, not even her sister, who was probably here somewhere. Hogwarts felt more like a burden than a home most of the time. Morrie headed towards the drinks table, grabbed herself a drink, and headed to the side of the hall; she certainly wasn't looking out for a strategically placed foot on the way until it was too late. With a startled yelp, Morrie tripped, she threw her drink up in the air, most of it landing on herself, and flailed her arms wildly in a failed attempt to regain her balance as she fell.

 

[Miroslav Petrov]

Miroslav did enjoy how easy it was to trip someone up. He watched a girl a little older than him, trip, getting most of her drink on her and he moved forward, almost like he might be going to help catch her, but really was trying to push her to the ground.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

Morrie hit the ground and she was angry. "What the hell?!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage and humiliation. Clambering back to her feet, she glared at the person who had caused her fall. "Are you kidding me? You tripped me?!" she shouted, more as a question because she wasn't completely certain he had as it was Morrie's nature to automatically assume wrongdoing when stuff like this happened. Deciding that his face was guilty, Morrie launched the remainder of her drink in his direction as payback. It wasn't much liquid, though, more of a sprinkle of drops as most of it had gone on herself.

 

[Miroslav Petrov]

Miroslav didn't move as the girl threw the remainder of her drink on him. He nodded easily as she accused him of what he'd done. "Yeah I did," he said. "You should look at where you're going," he said, deciding to put the blame on to her rather than him, despite the fact that it had actually been his fault.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Morrie seethed, her frustration evident in her clenched jaw and tense tone. With a sharp exhale, she turned away, pretending the conversation was over, although she was far from finished, she'd already plotted her revenge. Making her way to the snack table, she scanned for the perfect ammunition and settled on a pumpkin pie. Grabbing the entire tray, she marched purposefully back to the boy, planning to throw it at him once she had a good angle.

 

[Miroslav Petrov]

Miroslav watched the girl as she marched away and grabbed something from the food table, he could see her deciding how to throw it at him. "I bet you won't throw it," he teased lightly. "You seem too chicken to actually do it,"

 

[Morrie Ayre]

Morrie was getting more wound up as the boy taunted her. "You're a terrible judge of character," She stated, then without hesitation, hurled the pie in his direction, including the dish.

 

[June Davenport]

June felt amazing in her dress, she knew it was not one others would wear too. Since she wanted to stand out from others. And make them jealous. Her mother who had passed away had left a lot of clothes, and June always admired her mother in her style. So this one was some her mother had wore once, but made specially for June her figure and age now.

She walked around in the great hall, seeing some familliar faces and closeby the food table she always had an good point of view. Perhaps even some popcorn to watch drama's play out, which always seem to happen on this evenings. When suddenly she heard the annoying voice of moaning morrie and saw her red hair coming closer to the food table. June watched her with an self-righteous smile and saw her taking an piece of cake, and it didn't seem she was gonna eat that.

sorry couldn't resist to join.

 

[Miroslav Petrov]

Miroslav was only just able to dodge out of the way of the dish, and it still clipped the side of his head. Leaving a streak of pie in his hair, though it hadn't damaged him. "You've got terrible aim," he said with a scoff. "Maybe try again," he teased.

 

[Morrie Ayre]

This boy had Morrie mad and seemed to know exactly how to keep winding her up. The pie sadly only grazed him, but it left a huge mess. It splattered across the tablecloth and cascaded onto the floor with a crash. Morrie didn't even feel bad as she knew it could be cleaned up by magic in a matter of moments. "Fine, I will," she declared defiantly, storming back to the snack table in search of another projectile, moving to nudge June out of the way in the process.

 

[June Davenport]

June stood close to the table, following Morrie with her eyes to an boy in their house who seemed an idiot as well. Screaming or complaining at the house meeting at the beginning of the year. June remembered. June grinned as she the boy dodged the cake. Putting her arms over eachother she looked as Morrie searched for something. '' You know you can use magic right? '' June said dry. '' Do you really think throwing a pie is gonna hurt him?'' She said with an smirk. '' He is just enjoying this, can't you tell? I'm not complaining though. You make a fool out of yourself once again.'' June than said putting oil on the fire once more. This was just the thing she enjoyed, but making sure she was on her guard since food could come her way too.

@Morrie Ayre