dancing in the moonlight . OPEN

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spinning 'round and 'round here we go again
• SAME OLD STUFF NEVER ENDS

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• • • AUDREY WILLIAMS

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Beautiful gowns, sweeping skirts, clicking heels and shoes, mouths moving at unseen speeds throughout various sections. So many things, the scent of women's perfume, and the men's cologne tinted the air within the large ballroom of the Malfoy manor. A place that always seemed like a dream to her. With the bright lights of the chandeliers hanging omniously above, as if an earthquake dared to shake them, they'd come crashing to the ground. Many things were fragile in here, but the spinning women, and leading men, it seemed this place was out of a fantasy land. The main part was, no one could really tell who was who, unless you recognized them somehow through the mask, or some went as far as to speak to others in attempt to figure out who was who. It was an endless mind game, many men just asked a random woman to dance, whether they knew each other without masks or not.

The music was lively, keeping pace it seemed with the different styles of dance people were performing. The most usual was the ballroom dance, the man leading the woman, a hand on her hips, their hands intertwined, and the woman's fair hand on the man's shoulder. An intricate dance, though beautiful, many other dances could be performed, but this was a pureblood ball, and behind the masks, it was a whole other person beyond the confinements. These masks - it hid many parts of the person wielding it, her own mask, (which doesn't have butterflies on it), hid her face well, and had a tendril on each side cascading down, though she'd been an expert, and tied the tendrils up with her dark hair that was positioned neatly upon her head, like an animal perched there.

Heels clicked over the floor, as her parents, Viktor and Marissa left her to go speak with other members of the ball, though she had a nagging doubt Marissa was wanting to meet with one of the Malfoys, since they were blood relatives after all. Someway or another, but pushing this to the back of her mind, a hand carefully came up and brushed back a lock of dark hair that had managed to escape, though it didn't look too bad she hoped. A young man she recognized from earlier approached her, his mask still clung to his face nicely, and he inquired under the fox mask, "May I have this dance?" Her heart fluttered like a bird in an oven, and the young woman paused, eyes scoping for someone to rescue her behind the mask, before lips parted open, and replied, "Yes." Might as well.

Legs spun out onto the dance floor, while he led her through a lively dance. She didn't mind, woke her muscles up, after having been speaking with people for awhile. Eyes gleamed, while she spun back in from spinning out, and they bumped their bodies together, her orange dress fanning out as she spun back into him. Breathing softly, she felt a blush climbing up her neck, before he whispered, "I'm Carlisle, m'lady." She paused, and responded, red coloring her cheeks, though she was thankful they were mostly hidden by the matching orange mask, "Audrey, Carlisle." she couldn't help but smile to the dark-haired man, before he bowed softly, and kissed the top of her hand, "It was my pleasure, I may ask for another later."

Feeling a sudden urge to stomp on his foot with her heels, she calmly nodded and responded, keeping her voice restrained, concealing her discomfort, "I shall see you, Carlisle." Audrey immediately stepped away, before she spotted Draco, or so she thought. Smiling in thanks, she paused as a swarm of girls seemed to approach her. Quickly, she checked over her dress, and threw a gentle smile towards him, before her mother approached her, smiling lightly under her white mask, "You look beautiful tonight, Audrey, perhaps, if you find Lucius before we do, bid him hello for us, as well as Draco, will you?" She adjusted her gown, and nodded solemnly, "I shall, Mother, Father."

Viktor looked uncomfortable with all his daughters here. Audrey smiled weakly towards her father, before she then kissed his cheek, "We'll be fine, Father, stop your worrying." He sighed softly, and kissed her forehead, while Marissa half-hugged her, and the two vanished back into the sea of masked faces. Sighing softly, she scanned the unknown masks once more, before looking back to the dance floor, half-tempted to join in another dance, though she remained there for now, and engaged in some various conversations, keeping an eye out for a - hopefully - familiar face.

COUNT 'EM ! 700 +
WHAT'S THAT ! link here for her orange dressy
WHO IS HERE ! open to anyone really
DISTRACTION ! nickelback, i think. O___O
MARS SAYS ! nothing really, maybe someone can "save" her from the conversations? lawl

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Adjusting his tie for one last time, Draco gave a self assured smile to himself in the mirror, and set off for the festivities. There was no doubt the downstairs would be bustling with people ready to dance and eat and be entertained- it was what the young Malfoy was all about when he threw such gallant balls and parties. His expression was concealed behind a simple black mask, though one could guess it was his normal facade of quaint interest, the one expression always held by him when in view of those he deemed important enough to require his "interest."

Pausing at the banister, Draco gripped it tightly and scoured the audience for any sign of a familiar face, and found a lack of them. Pursing his lips in a manner that said he wasn't pleased by this, Draco descended down the marble staircase, instantly becoming the star of the show. A few people crowded around, instantly knowing who he was from his tall body and blond hair, not to mention the fact that he'd just come down the staircase from the Malfoy's private part of the manor- no guest would have been allowed in there except for perhaps Pansy Parkinson.

Smiling and handing out handshakes, Draco made small talk with the party goers, pleased by the turn out. Then again, he almost never threw a party that didn't have an amazing turn out- everybody who was invited, invariable, came. Searching the audience once more, when he'd been left to his own devices, Draco finally spotted a woman who he thought he may have recognized. She was wearing a golden dress, which he highly approved of. She was one of those women that cleaned up very nicely.

Walking up to her, standing behind her, Draco leaned forward until his mouth was next to her ear. Gripping one of her shoulders, he whispered "Hello, M'lady. May I have this dance?" A smile lit up his features, and though he knew she probably wouldn't have liked his almost lecherous look and tone, as well as his advance, he doubted she'd say anything.

They never did.

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spinning 'round and 'round here we go again
• SAME OLD STUFF NEVER ENDS

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• • • AUDREY WILLIAMS

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An eerie silence shushed the crowd for the most part, and everyone turned towards the marble staircase from the other parts of the Malfoy Manor. All eyes underneath masks moved, following the movement of the blonde-haired man beneath a simple black mask. Own pair of light-blue eyes followed him silently, thrilled that there might be someone she could speak with. There were always her sisters, but they lasted only a few moments, before they most likely found someone else to speak with. Tempted to turn her hair to blonde, to help herself blend in, the young woman turned back to a young couple who were speaking to her about a trip to Romania, and asked her what she did. Pausing, she replied lightly, "I am a translator at St. Mungo's, and training to be a nurse as well." The couple bobbed their heads, and grinned softly towards her, while her chin lifted slightly, as if to show her defiance.

Defiance to what, most people would ask. She'd reply, defiance of doing what people expected of her. Life wasn't fun if you didn't...bend the rules once in awhile. It would get boring, the same old routine, everyday for most of your life. She wouldn't be able to handle it, which was why she served as a translator for many different races, and even witches and wizards from different countries who might not speak English. This couple - however - didn't have an English accent, it was slightly French, since they'd just returned from Australia. Keeping her wits about her, Audrey smiled politely, and excused herself, pretty muh forgetting their names already. Expression that could be seen beneath the mask that wasn't hiding her features, one could say she seemed - bored. Bored was one of her emotions, the others were annoyed, and slightly excited to be here.

Her mother, Marissa had always been the one for parties, getting a few drinks with friends and her loving husband, Viktor. Just socializing in general. The blonde woman noticed her middle daughter, and nodded slightly towards her from their conversation. Grinning weakly back, she pressed on and headed towards the dance floor once more, as if offering if anyone wished to dance with her. At this point, she really didn't mind who she danced with, as long as it was someone who wouldn't drawl on about something insignificant - at least in her world. Her world could be - interesting, but everytime someone knew entered, they always wandered in on thin ice blindly.

Hand reached up precuatiously and checked her hair that had been magically placed by a careful wand earlier, just before ears picked up the sound of someone approaching her from behind. Her entire body went rigid, though her features remained calm, serene almost, before a hand rested on her shoulder, sending shivers down her spine, and then eyes flickered to the concealed face to her side. The young woman replied, as if she knew something he didn't, already accepting it, recognizing him by his voice. No one ever really turned down Draco Malfoy, unless you wished to have your name on his blacklist. Noticing the look she'd been given, her heart raced, though she didn't show it. It was Draco, after all. She'd much rather not though, get on his bad side, since they were most likely related somehow, though way-way-back she believed. Muscles moved, as she replied, pink lips opening to reply, "Mmm, you may, sir." she purred lightly, heels moving as they headed onto the dance floor.

COUNT 'EM ! 588
WHAT'S THAT ! link here for her orange dressy
DISTRACTION ! fall out boy..>__>
MARS SAYS ! omg...that was horrible...i'm sorreh. xPP

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

<sub>Her slender figure appealed to his every sense, Draco was forced to admit to himself. The young Malfoy couldn't help but notice the way his hand fit so nicely into the slender curves of her shoulder, the softness of her skin. Of course she was a pureblood, and so he knew she probably bathed in rosepetal-scented water, which doubled as a smoothing agent, but still. He could appreciate a well ground lady, and she certainly was one.

Draco would never be able to strike up anything with her, this he was well aware of. Even a one night stand would be strictly off limits unless he knew the bloodlines of the girl through and through, and she was considered good enough quality for even that type of behavior. Draco treated women like his racehorses- in them, he looked for a calm disposition, quiet mouths, long legs, and big chests. Of course, for either animal these qualities were for complete different reasons.

Leading her out into the dance floor, Draco spun her around once, lifting her up into the air then gracefully bringing her back down. The young man knew how to be a gentlemen at times, when he wanted to be one, and it seemed he deemed her good enough to see this side of him ... for now. His attitude and treatment toward women seemed to change with the wind at times, and you never knew what you were going to get.

Some bounced to a choppy, but graceful, gait like the Foxtrot. Others chose a smoother pace, such as the Waltz. Draco himself had always been somewhat of a smooth talker; a smoother operator, if you will. Because of this, he proffered the Waltz about all. Taking her up in his arms, as was proper, Draco began the dance; the dance floor seemed to part for the pair, as he knew they would. They'd never interfere with his dancing.

"So, miss? ... " The man trailed off, eyebrow raised in such a fashion so she'd see it. He wanted to at least know her name, if he was to be dancing with her for at least one round. "I think you already know who I am." His voice was full of boasting, and if she denied the fact that she realized she was dancing with a Malfoy, then she truly was a fool. The dance floor moved strategically, so that they wouldn't be hindered, and people were staring at the two, wondering who the lucky miss was.</sub>

OOC; he's so arrogant ... pssh, i love him.

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spinning 'round and 'round here we go again
• SAME OLD STUFF NEVER ENDS

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• • • AUDREY WILLIAMS

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As she parted from her previous position, her heart raced, feeling eyes from most people on the duo. Steps were taken lightly, as if the ground might give way at any time, as she was lead out onto the dance floor. Eyes gleamed lightly, as the orange (gold) dressed woman and dark-suited man approached the center, as if they owned the place. Well - it was technically true between Draco, this was his manor after all. Light eyes explored his features intently, well - what she could see of them anyway. He seemed - intent, or..she couldn't find a good word. Couldn't really put her finger on it, but she fell almost silent, determined to find out what word she could use. Lustful, or lecherous, were a few ones she liked. Audrey settled on this, before she almost gasped, but managed to hold it back when Draco's arms wrapped themselves around her waist and lifted her into the air.

Feet left the ground as they spun once, her in his arms, her hands placed neatly on his shoulders. Her hands molded nicely with his shoulders, before landing smoothly, a small smile on her pink lips. She eyed his white-blonde hair once more, before she fell silent, while her hand interlocked with his, as in custom with such a dance, then her other on his shoulder neatly. Heels were practically silent due to a "softening" spell placed on them earlier, though the classic clicking was still heard. The people in the crowd, on the dance floor parted for the duo as they spun about, the Waltz coming easily to both of them. She'd been taught at a young age, as with the pureblood ways as a child before Hogwarts, certain things such as the Waltz, Tango, and many dances. She did enjoy the Tango, a dance that brought the dancers together, then sharply tore them apart in the next step.

She could feel eyes on them, mostly her though, since they already knew who he was. At the arch of a brow beneath the concealing mask, voice went silent for a moment, deciphering. She was about to answer before he brought up, as if he was boasting to her exactly who he was. Lips pursed slightly, as if fighting a smile, before she allowed a light smile, almost coy along her lips, though she just let a smile plaster itself, not wanting to offend him, "Oh, I have a good idea." she winked beneath her mask, and added quickly, being as sweet as she could be, not wanting to insult him, "Mr. Draco Malfoy..." Audrey grinned, and added, spinning along with him as the dance floor moved around for them.

"Miss Audrey Williams," she mentioned for her name. He might know her family, he might not, anyway, she was still well-known throughout the wizarding world. At least with the other families who had just begun to show their supremacy. She, unlike many of the purebloods with the lighter hair, had been cursed with the darker hair. Maybe an unlucky gene, but she liked to believe it helped her stick out some more. That was a bit more reassuring to her. Otherwise, she'd be the same, just like her sisters. It was always good to stick out of a crowd once in awhile.

COUNT 'EM ! 551
WHAT'S THAT ! link here for her orange dressy
DISTRACTION ! fall out boy..>__>
MARS SAYS ! omg...that was horrible...i'm sorreh. xPP

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

Draco pursed his lips as they spun around the dance floor, feet moving in time with one another. They were a perfect match it seemed, for dancing. The slight dips and rises were neatly timed, and gave Draco a good idea of just what her bloodlines looked like. It wasn't something well known, but you could learn a lot about a person simply from the way they talked, acted, and moved. Weather they were from a long line of Malfoys, or another line just as prestigious.

A short grin split his lips in two, Draco fully noting the attention of the people surrounding him. That was exactly what he'd been wanting. People would pay attention to you, he had found as a child, simply because you were a Black and a Malfoy. The novelty of your blood, however, would fade away in mere moments and their attention would be cast away, unless of course you did something to call the attention to yourself and kept it there. Draco had always been an "attention whore" of sorts, and knew just how to get people to pay attention to him.

As soon as the surprise wore away, he would find a new spin to put on things. The vicissitude of his actions would most likely be surprising to even himself.

His blond eyebrow raised when she confessed that she had a good idea of who he was. "A good idea, hmm .... thought you'd have a better concept than that." They weren't said in a manner that would suggest he was mocking her, however with a man like Draco Malfoy you could never be quite sure what he was going to do next, or what his true motives were, you couldn't even tell what he truly meant by his words most of the time.

"Audrey Williams ... it sounds familiar. Who are your parents?" The question was simple enough; if he knew her parents he'd know her bloodlines almost instantaneously, in which case he would know just how far he could take this dance. Her answer would let him know weather he would need to instantly separate and turn his back on her, or weather he could invite her back to his table for a bit to eat.

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spinning 'round and 'round here we go again
• SAME OLD STUFF NEVER ENDS

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• • • AUDREY WILLIAMS

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Watching her leading partner with a sober expression on her face, she felt as if they weren't dancing on solid ground, but on thin ice. Ice where her heels could puncture it at any moment, leaving her on the dance floor, Draco sauntering off of it. Swallowing that thought back, as she spun, her eyes caught her parents', their jaws a good few inches from where they were supposed to be. Her mother, on the other hand, closed her mouth then, and shook her head slightly. The thought of her daughter falling for Draco - she wouldn't mind it, but unlike many purebloods, Marissa didn't take her husband's name when they married, so she usually went by now, Marissa Williams-Robinsons. Audrey, meanwhile looked back to Draco whom with she was dancing with.

Her hand remained within his, and her other on his shoulder, like it was supposed to be. Everything was set, and in reality, they were good dancers together. He was taller than her, giving the lead part easier for him to take over. The young woman tensed when Draco spoke once more, though she didn't show it. Hearing his words, she was tempted to respond, though her doubtful side said not to, it would only end up in this ending badly. Remaining quiet, though not giving in, she arched an eyebrow beneath her mask when he inquired as to who her parents were. Pausing lightly, tempted to lie, she then responded quickly, "Viktor and Marissa Robinsons." Technically it was true, so she wasn't lying.

Eying him, awaiting his reaction, she let her thoughts wander aimlessly for a few moments. Even with the dance floor pretty much to themselves, she felt as if - they were the only people in the room. That wasn't a pleasing thought. Shaking it away, her crystal eyes fixated themselves back onto Draco, and allowed a weak smile to part her lips, then gestured towards her blonde mother and father, "They're right there." Marissa, a woman in her late forties, didn't look her age, nor that she had five daughters. Viktor looked nice as well - course - most purebloods aged well, and her parents were no exception. She just hoped this allowed for a few more minutes, or otherwise, none.

If he left her in the middle of the dance floor - she didn't know honestly how that would end up. Would people think he did it because of her? Or because he was just a Malfoy? Either way, since he was who he was, he'd get away with doing almost anything he wanted. Tilting her head softly, Audrey shifted her focus back to the dancing for a moment, letting her feet feel like clouds, spinning and twirling them along the floor, as if they'd done this one hundred times before.

COUNT 'EM ! didn't feel like it....
WHAT'S THAT ! link here for her orange dressy
DISTRACTION ! silence
MARS SAYS ! gah....xDD

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