Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2013 0:31:57 GMT -8
Marly had accidentally let it slip that there was a gambling ring in the making. Alice knew that she'd have been sworn to secrecy, so she didn't press for any details. Alice did however, keep her ears perked for any other talk of the event. And with a few little fibs and white lies, she soon found that the hosts of this exclusive party, were none other than Rodolphus Lestrange, and Joram Mortelle. This obviously boiled her curiosity to the max. She had been doing a lot of thinking about him and after a long walk along the black lake and a bit of a talk, Alice had made up her mind.
She had to go to that party, and she had to talk to him. After getting all the information from various people in the school and doing a bit of eavesdropping, Alice found herself sifting through her dresses for the evening. She had a few at the moment. Her mother had owled them in to her last week with the instructions that Alice pick one for the ball. But Alice had no intention of sending any of them back and had written her mother an apology letter telling her that she loved them all.
Nerves wracked their way through her body as she steadied her hand and hooked her earrings in place. Her hair had been neatly pulled back in a curly pony tail with little soft strands hanging at the sides to help frame her face. She didn't put as much effort into her make up as most other girls might, and painted her face up like she would on any given day, but added a touch of lavender eyeshadow.
Staring into the mirror, Alice examined herself and thought over what she was actually doing. In seconds she stamped out her doubt. She was Alice Hallows and much more brave than this. She would have to be. Her name was in that cup and if she didn't have the guts to talk to a boy, how would she be able to compete in the tournament? Easy. Tournaments had nothing to do with your past mistakes. Or so she hoped.
Grabbing her bag and slipping on her sparkly pumps, Alice marched out the door and down the corridor to the room of requirements. As she paced Alice's hands shook violently. She was so lost in her own thought she hadn't noticed the boy standing there as the door opened. "Huh? Door fee?? Oh.. Right.. umm..." She scrounged around in her purse and gave him her coins. "I burned my invitation to avoid the word getting into the wrong hands. I didn't know that I'd need it." It was a well rehearsed excuse and he believed it.
The room was huge and busy with people laughing and drinking and dancing and flipping through cards and chips. Her throat tightened. There he was sitting at the bar with his mates. Having a good time. This was too much. Not even having stayed more than five minutes before she was tearing and breathing heavily trying to get a grip on her emotions, and high tailing it the hell out of there.
The sound of her heels as she stumbled out into the corridor, clacked through the empty hall. There was someone else out there though and as Alice blinked and cleared her bleary eyes to gaze upon the familiar face, she slung her arms around his neck and sobbed. "I couldn't... I just... I couldn't do it."
Click here for Alice's outfit.