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TMI Tuesday!

Nosey Questions

Random Questions

Dirty Questions

FMK

______ or _______

Magic!Anons

Ships

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A giggle escaped the woman as she sipped more on her soda, the animated facial expressions some had on their faces as they spoke amused her. Quite amused at how well a good majority in the academy can hold such long and intense conversations.

Bella's eye caught someone who had seemingly just entered the room, and officially making it to the party — Layla.

"Bonjour, Madame" Bella grinned as her friend approached her, matching her excitement. "Oh my, you look so beautiful tonight. Magnifique!" Bella admired.

"I think whoever made these holidays were party animals" Bella nudged Layla lightly. "I mean, who has 2 party's in 1 week?"'

"Not very long. Maybe 30 minutes max. It started 15 minutes before I even got here" Bella laughed, waving her hand about, motioning to the party. She enjoyed it so far, and now she has someone to enjoy it with. Yes, the people of the academy were a pleasure to be around, but Bella didn't feel the need to bother anyone, both her shy side and her cautious side winning over. She didn't want to intrude on other people's conversations.

Looking around, an idea popped into her head as someone had put on a song she enjoyed quite well, 'Light My Fire' by The Doors. What they did a few weeks ago flashing into her mind. "Wanna dance?" 

Layla looked herself once over in her mirror, making sure she looked decent for the big New Year’s Party that was being held downstairs. As she headed downstairs to the living room she glanced out of the huge bay window thinking about how things have changed for her. Last year, she wouldn’t have dreamed she would be in such a lovely place. Snapping out of her thoughts she continued on to the living room.

As she walked in she noticed a familiar face, it was Bella. “Hey there!” Layla said excitedly. “Can you believe it’s already New Years?!” Layla was still reeling from the Christmas celebration. To some, the little gathering would be small. But to Layla, it was huge. Layla grabbed a 7UP and took a seat beside her friend.

“How long have you been down here?” Layla asked curiously. She hoped she wasn’t too late. Layla looked around at the going ons that was surrounding her. The whole room was a buzz. Some people had drinks and beers and others, like herself and Bella had sodas and juice. Some people were dancing while others where just shooting the breeze. 

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Bella sat comfortable in an empty seat in the somewhat crowded living room. Everyone was gathered around in a party for the New Years Ball Drop — something that Bella gladly watched every year. 

She didn't really care for the reason behind the party for New Years, but the majestic feeling of it all is what got her blood flowing and her mood uplifted, even if she has never experienced the full excitement of it with the traditional 'kiss someone at midnight' routine, or a crowded party, such as one she was currently in the company of.

To an outsider, the party may have looked weak, compared to the parties she has seen on the TV, or heard of in her town (the many nights she has stayed awake in her bed from the pulsations of music flowing from next door, accompanied with drunken hoots and yells), but what was being currently held meant more to her than they could possibly ever know.

Taking a sip of her Coca-Cola; her age restricting her from joining those in the room who are 21 and older that are enjoying themselves with Beer or Wine. A smile spreading across her face as she looked away from the TV, glancing around as the people in the room converse, some more enthusiastically than others, but the aura surrounding everyone was uplifting. 

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Merry Christmas!

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"Hmm, not really. Quite a few of them are attractive and all, and I can talk to them regularly, but trying to talk to them flirtation wise? Oh dieu, I would probably embarrass myself so much" Bella laughed a bit with a small lopsided smile, she really was clueless when it came to flirting, the only brush she had with it was the awkward lines she would receive from the local perverted boys in her town.

Staring intently on her scrubbing, Bella's mind drifted back to her home, a mix of pleasant thoughts flashing through her mind, stiffening when a flurry of bad images barraged her; ones she not care to tell anyone about... at least not yet.

Bella relaxed a bit when Layla's calming reasoning voice broke through her frenzied thoughts. Nodding along silently to her ami's reasoning. She had to agree, her mother did protect her, but there was a price that both of them paid more than once, still haunting her.

Waving off Layla's apology, she didn't feel the need for Layla to apologize; she did nothing wrong. "No, it's fine. You're right though" she shook her head in agreement once again about the woman's previous statements. "She did a lot for me, and I should be thankful for that".

Going back to work on getting all the grime off of the hopefully musical box. A good hour or two, and it looked good as new — well, as new as you can get from sitting in an attic abused by dust.

Bella put all the cleaning agent back where they came from in the bathroom, and the waste bin back to the corner. Sitting back down onto the bed, Bella watched her friend riffle through a box of records.

A smile spread across the French woman's face as music played, spreading through the room, her friend swaying to around the room to the beat and rhythm. Bella got up and decided to dance with Layla, she didn't care is she looked like a fool doing so; a small feat it was, it was still an accomplishment.

“Ahhh, I don’t really know. I mean you’re the only other person I know here. What about you? Is there anyone you got your eye on?” Layla asked as she watched Bella scrubbing with all her might. Bella seemed a little tense after talking about her mother being over protective. “You know, maybe your Mom was afraid someone would find out about your mutation and try to hurt you. Maybe that’s why she was so protective.” Layla couldn’t blame Bella’s Mom for being over protective because she has been on the receiving end of mutant hate, thinking back to her scars.

“Of course not everyone in this world are bad, it’s just that people judge what they don’t understand. That’s why I like it here at The Academy, there are people just like me.” Layla started feeling awkward “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to off on a personal tangent, let me try scrub on it some.” Layla said laughing nervously as she took the cleaning agent and rag from Bella.

As Layla scrubbed the record player she hoped she didn’t make Bella feel uncomfortable. She didn’t want to lose the only friend she had here. After a good hour and a half of scrubbing the girls finally got the record player clean.

“Let’s see how good this thing works.” Layla said grabbing a record.  Layla put the record in carefully and much to their surprise music poured out of the record player the spent ages searching for.

“We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn’t have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, a fire in the sky, smoke on the water”

Layla started swaying as the music played. “Sounds good! I can’t believe it actually works” 

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Mind if I give you a little peck ;)

I don't mind at all, mon cher. 

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*kissy*

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Christmas Mistletoe.

reblog & see who gives you a kiss in your ask box. ;)

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((OOC: *cough* I'm still alive, just creepin' is all. My RP inspo hasn't been very high.))