December 19, 2009
11:45 pm
The Yule Ball
In a nook beneath the stairs in the entrance hall, a favorite canoodling locale

Ah the romantic, enchanting atmosphere of the Yule Ball, when bright young things dawned their best, had a bit of bubbly, and as the hours wore on found each other in the most hormonal of ways!  And we find two paramours intertwined here under the staircase in a cozy little nook, wrapped in each others arms, a teenage embrace.  In their minds, surely, they must feel like the most passionate of lovers, the most regal and graceful of creatures and their union a thing of great beauty to be written about in lofty sagas.

Figaro, eyes closed, had his arms around Sophie's shapely waist and held himself close to her chest.   He had his mouth against hers and was most passionately kissing her.  His head swam with feeling and endorphines, his hands finding their way to the skin of her back that peeked out of her dress.  He was so very sad that wizard's dress robes had so many layers. 

And together they were amazing and they'd be together forever, he was sure of it. 

He had more layers than she did, it was infinitely unfair. A million tiny shivers moved through her nerve endings as warm fingers found their way to the exposed skin of her back, she felt a little delirious and it wasn't just the spiked punch that she'd been drinking. He had gotten much better at this since their first go around the previous winter, her whole body hummed with a mixture of excitement and giddy glee. It had been a perfect evening, the most perfect evening. She  hadn't had time to worry about what would be happening in the next ten minutes, let alone what the holidays would be like.

It was an all consuming moment, with blood rushing to her head and heart pounding in her ears. Of course as anyone who had ever watched a horror movie would know, allowing yourself to become so engulfed in snogging your boyfriend senseless was a surefire way to die. It left you ill prepared to listen for creeping peg-legged steps, or an enchanted Crocogator that might want to nip off little Gryffindor girls' heels for getting up to things they shouldn't in the dark hidden corners of the Castle. Of course Sophie had never watched a horror movie, both because she was a Wizard and also because she was a whimp who had nightmares, so she had no way of knowing by simply engaging in the act of heatedly kissing the current love of her life she had doomed herself to be eaten, or worse lectured.