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“There is not any cat hair in it, is there?” Steffi asked, rather skeptical of taking food from someone with an animal on their shoulder.

GLANCING upwards as aurora noticed someone not too far away, the blonde was currently enjoying some freshly baked sweets and thought why not share? “would you like some?” she offers, the sound of her voice startling the tuxedo cat laying on her shoulder who she reached up to pet at hopes to soothe her cat who visibly relaxed upon her reassurance. “– y’know what they say sharing is caring.. unless you don’t want any which is okay too, thought i’d ask.”

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spurlarks

“You’re absolutely right,” Lark agreed, leaning in. “And you know what? Most of the people that organized this? Parents themselves, probably. I bet that their having children clouding their lack of judgment is why it’s so oppressive here.”

“Of course. I am always right,” Steffi reminded her friend. “I am sure that is why. That, and the obsessive need the rich seem to have to one-up each other at all times,” she added.

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slytherincayd

“While I wouldn’t put it past the Ministry, and I work for them, they’d rather brag about how talented their wizards are.”

“If you are sure,” Steffi replied with a shrug. At his mention of working for the ministry, she perked up. “Which department do you work in?” she asked, mildly curious. “My mother works in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and insisted upon my attending as her plus one.”

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“I have not,” Steffi answered through a thick German accent, shaking her head. “This would not be the worst place to have a sugar rush though, I do not think. At least that would make things more interessant,” she added with a shrug.

“have you tried any of these yet?” azaria inquires to someone not too far from where she was, gesturing towards a type of sweet she was thinking of eating. “i mean i kind of want to, but it looks like a sugar RUSH waiting to happen, don’t ya think?”

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“I wished to escape listening to Idioten,” Steffi explained through a thick German accent. “I will not have to walk further to accomplish this, will I?” Cute though he was, she really hoped the boy didn’t have anything stupid to say.

      The ANXIOUS boy excuses himself from a rather PLEASANT conversation, one unlike the others from the neverending NIGHT. Double checking his ticket was tucked into one of his pockets to assure reentry, the slytherin boy slipped out into the COLD air. His PASSIONATE & ARTISTIC eyes take in the decor all around the exterior, a sudden LONGING to paint what was put together for this event and the remainder of the WINTER HOLIDAY. Hands grip the BLACK TIE around his neck and loosen it; his MOTHER always tightened it far too much. Then cool hands lock behind his back and he begins to slowly stroll along the paved walkway, sure he was the only one this far from the event. Only to his surprise, he saw another not far in the distance. “What strays you away from the party?”

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sterlingxxnoble 

 “Exactly. Come on. Get it together, Steff. There’s about thirty different ways to get out of anything I could hope to pull tonight.”

“Thirty seems excessive. Perhaps there are that many ways in theory, but I doubt more than ten of them are truly viable.” 

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sterlingxxnoble

“If you had heard of them, then that would imply I get caught. I don’t get caught. Unless I want to.”

“I suppose you have a point there. If you are truly so good at avoiding being caught... what is your plan of escape for tonight? It is not as if there are no witnesses.”

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sterlingxxnoble

“I’m always up to no good,” he said.

“Are you? You would think I would have heard about more of your misdeeds,” Steffi mused, a sly grin crossing her lips.

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“Oh, they do not. The musicians were conjured,” Steffi deadpanned through a thick German accent.

          The Ministry always outdid themselves. As expected, the Ball was hustling and bustling by the time Cayden walked in. He happily accepted a glass of champagne before wandering around the room. He said he hellos to his family (how could he not). And quietly excused himself, claiming his assistance was needed somewhere else. Adjusting his bowtie, Cayden found himself standing amongst a crowed gathered to listen to someone playing an instrument. “Do you ever wonder where they find these wizards? They can just… captivate an audience like that. No magic.” 

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“You look like you’re up to no good,” Steffi noted idly, taking a sip from a glass of champagne. 

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spurlarks

“Lovely. You’ll have to tell me about how the outfits are supposed to be, because I’m reasonably certain I just saw an outfit the Batman would be proud of,” Lark grumbled, raising a glass up. “If this is such a learning experience, what’s all this taught you?”

“It has taught me that parents have a terrible idea of what is a valuable experience,” Steffi answered drily. There were important people here, sure, but none who were likely to engage in conversation with a pair of random teenagers. 

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“That sounds like something she would do. My parents thought that it would be a good ‘learning experience’ as well, I think,” Steffi answered, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “Ah, well. At least the food is good and the outfits are mostly fashionable,” she conceded.

“No, I don’t think you understand. I’m pretty sure my Grams scalped the ticket from somewhere,” Lark murmured to the person next to her, not paying much attention to who it was. Honestly, she wouldn’t put it past her grandmother to do something that nice that shadily. Mostly Lark did not care if anybody knew that she was probably not supposed to be here, or that she had a moderate amount of disdain for this sort of gathering. “She insisted this was an early birthday present, but I just think she wants me to network.” 

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spurlarks

“That sounds a lot like me at 7 in the morning, so I can see how we ended up there. Although you have to let me see this specifically classic shade of lipstick, because it might suit your skintone better than mine,” Lark reasoned, leaning over to see if she could at all interpret what was in this very German magazine. “I’m guessing you don’t want me to give you the quiz now.”

“It’s a deep red,” Steffi answered, passing the magazine over to Lark for her inspection. “I do not need you to give it to me - I have already taken it. My result was Grossbrittanien - Great Britain. So I would not put too much stock into the quiz,” she advised.

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clarabaes

  claramae shuddered at the same time as stefanie. at the blonde’s question, she paled. she knew she really shouldn’t say– but it wasn’t fair she had to deal with such odd things as prefect. it certainly hadn’t been in the job description. “well…” claramae glanced around them conspiratorially, for the second time. “ich fand shimpling mit seinen hosen an den knöcheln in der toilette.. die mädchen toilette! and he wasn’t alone.” she pretended to gag. “i wonder if godric gryffindor knew that the spell that keeps the boys out of the girls dormitory would result in this level of desperation. chivalry is, in fact, dead…”

“Meine Güte,” Steffi said, shaking her head. “Boys are total Schweine. I am sorry you had to witness that. Hast du ihn gemeldet?”

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spurlarks

“Yeah, that.” That sounded not so close to what she had sounded out, but she could not really complain. “India? What the hell am I doing all the way in Indi-ann? Yeah, tell me how smashed I got to end up there.”

“It was probably the eklektische decisions that landed you there,” Steffi reasoned. “You were building an outfit for a night out in order to determine where you ought to vacation next. Your outfit consisted of, let’s see... a skirt, an embroidered blouse, sandals, a cotton jacket, a well-used purse... and a classic shade of lipstick,” she summarized.

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clarabaes

claramae tried to keep a straight face, but it didn’t last for long; giggles exploded from her lips. “merlin! i can’t believe he was having a snog-a-thon where anyone could see. that’s rich! did he know he had an audience?”

“Right? I saw it, and I still almost cannot believe it,” she replied with a shake of her head, somewhere between highly disgusted and amused. “I certainly hope he did not know. To intentionally do anything like that in front of an audience...” she shuddered. “Aber, das ist alles die ich habe,” she noted. “Hast du etwas interessantes?"

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verapamina

“        no.       ”       a tone could be identified as a whine,       which was half - true,       actually       !       palms press upon the freckled of her cheeks,        eyelids blocking her sight as she wonders where’s a good place to un - bore this snake and eagle      !        “        would you fancy going to      …      hogsmeade       ?       ”

"Not particularly,” Steffi admitted “but we can hardly flit off to anywhere else, so it will have to do.” She really would prefer to make a trip to the mainland of Europe, that wasn’t exactly an option - and Hogsmeade was better than remaining cooped up in the castle, at the very least. “I hear Madam Puddifoot’s has added Schwarzwälder Kirschtorte to the menu. Perhaps we should see if it is up to snuff,” she suggested. It had been a while since she’d last been people-watching there as well, and it was always amusing watching boys’ discomfort as they attempted to navigate the setting.