nothing else i can say`ALANA

[Sirius Lupin]

After an extremely awakening and interesting conversation with James and the others, Sirius headed his own way into the crowd. Of course, anyone who actually knows Sirius would also know that no normal conversation with James is 'awakening and interesting'. At least not in Sirius' perspective. Whatever James would say seemed to bore Sirius to death. It didn't help that Sirius had started to not listen to James either. Not after the absolutley horrible dare he had given Sirius. Kissing Alana Lestrange at midnight. What kind of a nutjob actually dares you to do that?

Sirius sighed quietly as he moved through the crowd and toward the side of the Great Hall. "Hey, kid! Do you know what time it is?" He asked to a short, nervous-looking kid near him. The boy was probably no more than a second year at most, and seemed to be quite nervous for some reasom. "It-it's el-eleven sssssir." "Err....right. Thanks?" Sirius replied reluctantly. He had never been called sir in his entire life, and for a first time, Sirius had to admit he actually liked the sound of it. Sir Sirius...it has a ring to it... He thought. A smirk crossed his face for a second as he looked around.

It was obvious that she wasn't here, and he knew it. He would easily be able to recognize her in a crowd. Her posture, her face, her voice, all were things he could use to identify her, and as much as he hated to admit it at the moment, he really did want to see her. Just to know that she was exactly the same as when he had last seen here, which was only a few hours back. He found himself caring way too much about the one girl he shouldn't be. "Seriously Sirius. Why the hell would you care about what happens to her?" he asked himself in a mumbled tone. He shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of all the unwantednecessary thoughts about Alana.

{{ooc; sorry it isn't that great. a little out of muse right now xO

[Alana Lestrange ♛]

Since Slytherin common room was in the dungeons, there was no long red carpeted staircase for Alana to strut down, which disappointed her quite a bit. She had spent the good portion of her day on her appearance, and the mirror had finally gotten angry at her and practically shouted that she looked utterly perfect and to just get on with it. She had to admit, the mirror was right, so she had finally left her dormitory and was ready to make her entrance.

When Alana had bought her dress, she had known fully that most of the girls would be wearing white for the black and white ball, and the boys would be wearing black. However, she did not like what the color white symbolized. She did not like the purity implied by it, or the fact that the dresses were easily dirtied and that symbolism sickened her too. So she had decided to go with a simple black dress, designer, of course, but none-the-less different. She hadn’t had to do much shopping before she found it; it fit her like a glove, better than any dress she’d ever tried on, and she knew right away this would make her evening special.

Alana had turned down quite a few offers to go to the ball with countless Slytherin callers, but it hadn’t been for the reason they believed it to be- that she was too good for them. It had been because none of them appealed to her. Sadly enough, her sole emotion lay with someone who would never really deserve it, nor enjoy it ( if she had her way ). However, she would not let him influence her life, and as much as her heart -yes she had a heart- told her she wanted to see him, her mind told her to stay away.

She saw him the moment she strut into the room. He was the first thing she saw, and she hated to admit it. Unlike the rest of his fellow boys, he had like her, chosen to stand out. How ironic, the two were wearing opposite colors, which clearly demonstrated how different they really were...or who wore the pants in their non-existent relationship. He was scanning the room with his eyes as far as she could tell, but he hadn’t thought to turn around and look at the entrance. Her heels clicked loudly on the ground as she came up behind him; ready to make some comment about him, but before she had a chance, he spoke.

"Seriously Sirius. Why the hell would you care about what happens to her?"
Alana was surprised by his tone, and she ignored the small pull in her chest when she realized her was talking about a girl. Which girl, she didn’t know however. She thought quickly, and resumed her malice, replacing the slightly startled look on her face with it. “Ugh, poor girl who holds the affection of the likes of you.” Her cold, ringing voice was clear even amongst the muttering voices in the Great Hall. Alana smirked widely at him, and continued her taunting. “No date, I see? Not as wolfish with the ladies as you father, then.” She laughed her loud ringing laugh- almost like a cackle.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake seeing him after all. One good thing could come of this; the night would certainly be amusing.


PS: sorry it's so late! I had exams all week, and this week coming too, gur!

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[Sirius Lupin]

“Ugh, poor girl who holds the affection of the likes of you.”

Sirius felt himself stiffened ever so slightly at the words that came from behind him. Speak of the devil. He thought. Of course, the 'devil' in this case was acting just like one like always. Instead of talking in a tone that was just like everyone else's, she simply had to make her presence felt and let everyone know she was here. As always happened, Sirius had absolutely forgotten to look toward the one place he should have been. The entrance to the Great Hall.

“On the contrary. I'm sure this girl would be absolutely thrilled to know she holds my affection.” Sirius replied silently without turning. Of course, he knew it was as close to a total lie as it could get, but he simply couldn't bring himself to not reply to Alana Lestrange, and let her believe that what she had said had actually had an effect on him.

“No date, I see? Not as wolfish with the ladies as you father, then.”

Sirius clenched his fist slightly at his side, making sure to keep his temper in check. If there was one thing he didn't want right then, it was to get angry and let everyone else know it. It was one of the many things that could be viewed as giving Alana the satisfaction she so obviously wanted. "Well, if you really must know, I was actually thinking of having more than just one -" He stopped short, having finally shot a glance at the girl standing behind him.

It felt as though he had forgotten to breath for those few moments. The dress she was wearing seemed to make her porcelain skin glow, and it accented every part of her body. She seemed to be the image of a perfect angel. With the exception of the black color of the dress. Sirius realized he had been staring at her for longer than he probably should have, and quickly brought up his gaze to look straight at Alana's dark eyes. Had she not been Alana, Sirius knew he would've thrown himself at her within an instant. Completely forgetting the fact that he had stopped talking in the middle of a sentence, a small smirk crossed his face. “Correct me if I'm wrong, or do you not have a date either?” He asked. With any luck, she wouldn't have a date and when he ended up completing his dare ( which he was definitely going to do - he wasn't a coward after all ) he wasn't going to be beat up for it.

[Alana Lestrange ♛]

Alana gently placed her hands on her hips, where the dress was cut to puff slightly from then on, and she walked a slow circle around him, like an animal examining their prey. Except he wasn’t exactly her prey, was he? As much as she hated to admit it, half the time he was her witty equal. Their squabbles could go on for hours on end just because the two were so alike, yet so different. A conversation with him was interesting to her, and she hated that fact. Her eyes examined him yet again, and feeling as if her heart was in her mouth, she couldn’t bring herself to insult once more before he spoke.

“On the contrary. I'm sure this girl would be absolutely thrilled to know she holds my affection.”
She found herself wondering if the girl he was talking about was pretty. Would he soon hold her? Would he kiss her lips at midnight? Would they hold hands in Hogwarts’ corridors like a normal couple that the two of them would never be? She didn’t let herself think that; the taboo subject made her inwardly cringe. However, her jealousy was something uncommon, so she did not know how to deal with it in a mature manner. Instead, she grimaced at him and hoped it didn’t give away too much of her emotion. The strange squirmy feelings of vulnerability she felt around him was only ever fought by her strong sense of pride, and ability to turn each of her gazes into ice before anyone noticed she had softened. This came in handy a lot around him, she had found out very quickly.

It gave her great pleasure when he visible tensed at her next comment. He probably thought she didn’t notice him momentarily restraining himself from anger, but she noticed everything about him. It was sad, really. However, he was ready with a retort as she knew he would be.
"Well, if you really must know, I was actually thinking of having more than just one -"
Alana scoffed at the beginning of his words, but as soon as he looked at her, and she met his eyes, a sort of calm came over her. Luckily, she snapped out of it after an instant. He had been staring for a little bit longer than actually necessary, but she couldn’t help but enjoy the effect she was having on him, and forgot about the girl he was thinking about completely. ”Snake got your tongue?” she practically whispered, but then he smirked and she raised her eyebrow slightly. This meant he would now try to be witty.

“Correct me if I'm wrong, or do you not have a date either?”
”There hasn’t been a worthy enough gentlemen caller yet.” she smirked widely herself, readying herself to take yet another shot at him. “ I demand only the best,” she said airily, “having more than one date is in most places considered to be somewhat... cheap.” She finally stopped her circling in front of him and a wider smirk slid onto her face. “What is your interest?” The rest of the room was forgotten, as it almost always was when the two were together, and as Alana waited for the question, she wondered when did she gain a heart.

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