Post by IRIS JESSAMINE CARROW on Apr 25, 2023 23:38:49 GMT
DRESS
Christmas was a boring holiday when no one actually genuinely liked you. They liked to kiss ass and play the politics of liking and disliking people based on status but Iris was well aware she didn't have what was friends in a normal standard definition. She supposed she could consider Harvey a friend, but he was an ex-lover so the relationship was different. She hadn't bought anyone a gift, had dutifully went home for the holidays and was lectured by her father for a rumor he'd heard of a lack of effort in her part of captain of the Quidditch team and she wondered bitterly if it had been started and reached her father through Bailey to try and get a glimmer of affection from the patriarch, something Iris had long ago learned was unlikely to happen. She usually attended the Yule Ball with a date, usually a false one there to make her look good and keep the desperate ones at bay, and this year was no different. It was genuinely just an excuse to go and escape home, and this year especially so. Her father had became overbearing and hardened significantly over the past few months judged by the tone of his scathing letters to her, only resisting, she was sure, a Howler because scolding in public wasn't his style. She happily spent his galleons on the dress she wanted for the ball she didn't really care to go to but usually found some form of entertainment enough, and if the punch wasn't spiked she had plans to do so and watch the hilarity of the innocents get tipsy and stupid.
Using a mixture of potions, spells, and a muggle curling iron, Iris' hair was transformed into a wave of soft curls, and her dark makeup and smokey eye made her brown eyes pop and stand out and complimented her body in her dress, complete with heels, nicely and she didn't bother hiding a smirk when she arrived at the ball and saw the stares aimed her way during the travels. She'd declined any sort of escort, quite confident in her abilities to protect herself, and she figured being the daughter of a member, he never said it outright but she knew he was involved, kept her safe from attacks. The clutch she carried expanded to hold her wand phone and any other necessities and so she looked well put together. Her date by her side looked handsome in his tux, and smiled dotingly at her but she knew they were more likely to be swinging for the same team than him to be trying to make a move with her, and after doing a lap around the venue and seeming all coupled up she gestured for him to escort her to the punch bowl where he made her a glass and handed it to her and she sipped it and verified it was not indeed spiked yet. Hiding herself from the crowd she took care of that problem before spotting none other than James Potter and telling her date he was free to ditch her. She couldn't tell if James had a date or not, but he was making his way over to her, and she wondered if he'd yet again spotted her in her negative behavior. "Punch?" She offered figuring that if he was seemingly complicit in her crime he'd be less likely to turn her in for it. She wondered what he was like drunk, if he was a talker, a romantic, a tough guy fighter type. Then she wondered why the hell she cared what he was like drunk. This was James Potter, the heir who’d ruined the perfect government by murdering Voldemort. At least that’s what she had to show to the world. Acting in this way was growing exhausting, “You here as a student or getting in some Auror/hero practice as a patrol type?” She asked, trying to put that superiority into her tone but as no one else was close enough to easily overhear her, it wasn’t there. Since James had confessed the weight on his shoulders was easily as big as hers she didn’t bother pretending as much when it was just the two of them. She knew she was the one who egged that on from him, but she’d had this farce to hold up for so long, and had grown up in such a competitive environment that she didn’t know how else to respond to people other than with either sultry charm or fierce insult and superiority.
Christmas was a boring holiday when no one actually genuinely liked you. They liked to kiss ass and play the politics of liking and disliking people based on status but Iris was well aware she didn't have what was friends in a normal standard definition. She supposed she could consider Harvey a friend, but he was an ex-lover so the relationship was different. She hadn't bought anyone a gift, had dutifully went home for the holidays and was lectured by her father for a rumor he'd heard of a lack of effort in her part of captain of the Quidditch team and she wondered bitterly if it had been started and reached her father through Bailey to try and get a glimmer of affection from the patriarch, something Iris had long ago learned was unlikely to happen. She usually attended the Yule Ball with a date, usually a false one there to make her look good and keep the desperate ones at bay, and this year was no different. It was genuinely just an excuse to go and escape home, and this year especially so. Her father had became overbearing and hardened significantly over the past few months judged by the tone of his scathing letters to her, only resisting, she was sure, a Howler because scolding in public wasn't his style. She happily spent his galleons on the dress she wanted for the ball she didn't really care to go to but usually found some form of entertainment enough, and if the punch wasn't spiked she had plans to do so and watch the hilarity of the innocents get tipsy and stupid.
Using a mixture of potions, spells, and a muggle curling iron, Iris' hair was transformed into a wave of soft curls, and her dark makeup and smokey eye made her brown eyes pop and stand out and complimented her body in her dress, complete with heels, nicely and she didn't bother hiding a smirk when she arrived at the ball and saw the stares aimed her way during the travels. She'd declined any sort of escort, quite confident in her abilities to protect herself, and she figured being the daughter of a member, he never said it outright but she knew he was involved, kept her safe from attacks. The clutch she carried expanded to hold her wand phone and any other necessities and so she looked well put together. Her date by her side looked handsome in his tux, and smiled dotingly at her but she knew they were more likely to be swinging for the same team than him to be trying to make a move with her, and after doing a lap around the venue and seeming all coupled up she gestured for him to escort her to the punch bowl where he made her a glass and handed it to her and she sipped it and verified it was not indeed spiked yet. Hiding herself from the crowd she took care of that problem before spotting none other than James Potter and telling her date he was free to ditch her. She couldn't tell if James had a date or not, but he was making his way over to her, and she wondered if he'd yet again spotted her in her negative behavior. "Punch?" She offered figuring that if he was seemingly complicit in her crime he'd be less likely to turn her in for it. She wondered what he was like drunk, if he was a talker, a romantic, a tough guy fighter type. Then she wondered why the hell she cared what he was like drunk. This was James Potter, the heir who’d ruined the perfect government by murdering Voldemort. At least that’s what she had to show to the world. Acting in this way was growing exhausting, “You here as a student or getting in some Auror/hero practice as a patrol type?” She asked, trying to put that superiority into her tone but as no one else was close enough to easily overhear her, it wasn’t there. Since James had confessed the weight on his shoulders was easily as big as hers she didn’t bother pretending as much when it was just the two of them. She knew she was the one who egged that on from him, but she’d had this farce to hold up for so long, and had grown up in such a competitive environment that she didn’t know how else to respond to people other than with either sultry charm or fierce insult and superiority.
her smile was like armor
and everyday she went to war
made by remi of adox