hogwartsexpressed | You Are Cordially Invited to the Yule Ball!

The Yule Ball

How to play
① Tag in
② Go to RNG and roll 1-10. That's your scenario!
③ Tag around!
④ Have fun. :)

Cross-canon/canon/oc's are all welcome! Just note how your character has been invited to the ball or if they're a student! We welcome it all. ♥

Scenarios
① Ask Your Date to the Yule Ball - Invite that special someone or ask your best friend. There is nothing wrong with going as friends!
② Dress Shopping/Dress Robe Shopping - It's time to find that perfect outfit! Or have one mailed to you and ask someone to alter it for you if need be.
③ Getting Ready - It's time to get ready for the ball, do you feel that nervous flutter?
④ Picking Up Your Date - Go and pick up your date, the ball is about to start!
⑤ The First Dance - It's time for the first dance. Are you ready?
⑥ Refreshment Table - Let's hope ~~someone~~ no one spiked the punch! We're looking at you Marauders. We see that flask, Sirius...
⑦ The Courtyard - Need a break from dancing and people? We get that. Go into the courtyard and get a breath of fresh air. Just be sure no teacher catches you making out with your date.
⑧ Wardrobe Malfunction - The absolute worst timing, a wardrobe malfunction! What do you do?
⑨ Chaperone - Are you a chaperone for the evening? How'd you get stuck with that gig? Better make sure the Marauders aren't creating havoc or spiking the punch!
⑩ Free Choice - You know what, you do your thing!

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"Wouldn't you rather company in the courtyard?" He hadn't thought. He hadn't spared a single second to consider what he was saying, it had just come out.

In his defense, her voice was like music and he had been hanging on her every word since the day they'd met. In his defense Fleur's eyes were captivating, a shade of blue he had never seen anywhere else on the planet, and he had never had a reason to linger at Gringott's like he did until she took a job there.

And tonight she was just beautiful. How could anybody think about the stupid things they were at risk of saying in the wake of all this, well, Fleur.

Yes, students might spike the punch and he knew she could rebuff him for his cavalier attitude towards the integrity of the beverage table. He knew that, he did, but maybe she wanted some company in the courtyard and he wouldn't have been a gentleman if he didn't ask.

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Her eyebrows shoot up towards her hairline, a surprised laugh escaping her when he comes up with that question. At work, it's funny but Bill has always given off this air of competence and seriousness and dedication, albeit in a veneer of cool that would've sunken envy into the hearts of many of her classmates. Just, effortlessly cool.

Except she realises now that maybe he is a bit of a dork.

"I thought our job was to make sure the students aren't stirring trouble," she points out slowly, like she is explaining it to someone confounded. Maybe he is. Maybe the kids got to him.

That was their job and for a moment Bill had to relent to some hefty internal deliberation. "That's true but," he began slowly, his eyes darting to the side, finding his reason to keep going, and pressing on with this noble, thirsty cause of his.

"Minne's right there," he tilted his head towards McGonagall, whose steely gaze seemed to sweep over the crowd, taking it all in and missing nothing.

"It's just for a quick smoke," Bill added, taking a step towards her, his elbow stuck out in the hopes she'd take his arm. It was a ball after all. "No reason not to."

She chances a glance at the dance floor, and the surroundings, cautious in a way that the war (and mostly the Tournament) has made her, before turning to Bill to consider him.

The thing is, she is undeniably attracted to the man. He's affable and kind, and smart, and has goblins wrapped around his little finger with all that efficiency and charm. He makes some things flutter in her chest when he focuses on her. But fancying your sometimes-co-worker who has very likely no interest in you is just such a boring option in life.

If she goes out there with him, alone and dressed up this nicely, she might have to do something ridiculous. Like propose they kiss.

"Alright, a quick smoke together," she murmurs, taking his arm. "I didn't know you smoked." She shakes her head. "Don't tell Gabrielle if you see her - she hates that I kept the habit."

"Not often, second-hand only," Bill said airily, as though this were an actual habit and not a completely transparent reason to spend time alone with Fleur, as though her taking his arm didn't almost make him need to find a chair and sit down for a moment.

He couldn't stop casting glances in her direction as they headed out of the Great Hall, pausing after taking a step towards the courtyard. "Better not," Bill said, shifting directions and moving to lead her down another way. "It's quieter on the Quidditch Pitch."

"Is it?" she asks, amused, casting a glance to the courtyard. It's full of all those little nooks and crannies, and undoubtedly full of snogging teenagers, also. He's right, better not.

"Did you play?" she asks as they walk there in the dark. "Or was it just - what do you call it here - being a massive dork? No, it's something else - oh yes, Head Boy." Fully aware of the little jab, she throws him a wide smile, chin up defiantly, almost like she's asking him to tease back.

Bill was red in the face but he was grinning at her, his expression growing warmer the more she rolled out the little jab at him. Instead of a snippy reply, he just looked at her, a little red in the face but obviously thunderstruck and oblivious to it.

"Merlin's beard you're beautiful." Which definitely answered the questions. Massive dork it is.

She hip-checks him a bit, her eyes practically sparkling with amusement. Funny how when Bill says it, it's not with that dumbstruck look that men get after they hear about the part-Veela blood.

"As beautiful as Merlin's beard, or more? You and your English cursing," she teases, then catches sight of him outside, moonlight cast over his features, and stumbles on the next step. Circe, this man - has not managed to not have her fully rapt attention since the time she spotted him at the Triwizard Tournament.

"You should see yourself," she whispers, slipping into French, "you breathtaking man."

Without thinking his arms went around her as she stumbled, drawing Fleur close to him as he stared down at her face, openly delighted by this turn of events and very willing to pursue it.

"You flirt," Bill mumbled appreciatively before he kissed her, finally, picking her up off the ground with a satisfied little breath of a growl, parting his lips to let his tongue brush against her bottom lip.

She goes at it like a competitive swimmer jumping into a pool; fully focused and damn enthusiastic about it as well. With a soft groan, their lips meet, and she sinks her fingers into his long hair and holds him close. When he licks at her bottom lip, she lets her lips part so she can surprise him, a flick of her tongue against his, their breaths meeting in the middle.

"Took you long enough," she murmurs, amused, lips not even a hair's breadth apart.

Kissing her felt like what he was pretty sure pirates in stories must have felt, hearing a siren song and needing to fling themselves off a boat. He was fairly certain he wasn't going to be able to ever kiss anyone else without finding it lacking somehow ever again.

Best to just keep kissing her then. He might have picked her up off the ground, just a little bit, far too pleased with this turn of events to contain his enthusiasm.

"Too long," he affirmed before his mouth captured hers once more.

He is in luck that she is wearing a dress, and that the skirt hugs her curves all the way down to her knees. If she were in a different skirt, or even a pair of trousers, she would have jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist the moment he picked her up. As it was, she just expressed her pleasure at the turn of events with a greedy nip of his bottom lip as soon as she's pulled up to level with him.

"You two!" comes the sudden voice from a bit away, interrupting this moment of bliss. "Stop playing hooky and get back inside! And Mr Weasley, please see that your sister stop trying spike the punch before I have to expell her."

To his credit, Bill didn't drop Fleur when the voice of Minerva McGonagall zinged across the courtyard with the venomous gravitas she reserved exclusively for Big Trouble, but it was enough of a shock to compel him to set her back down on her feet and let her go, a deeply apologetic frown on his face.

"Later?"

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