Such Beauty to Behold
Sarreaha:
She had not gotten a date; it was oddly disappointing to her. Well, true, Sarreaha had been asked by a couple boys, but she had turned them down. Two she didn't even know and the third she still didn't know and was younger than her. Sarreaha didn't want to go with someone she didn't know. However, due to that she was now going alone. She had bought her dresses, so she wasn't going to duck out now.
For the first day ... how were they to split this up? There were techniquely three days to this ball, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and they had boughten two dresses. So were they to stay up all through one night, sleep in most of the next day and then wear the other one?
It was just all confusing to her.
However, for the first day, she had picked her orange dress see attire thread, page 1. Her hair, she pulled back in a french twist with two curls on each side of her face hanging down. Per-usual, her make-up was done lightly. The odd feeling returned. It felt odd dressing up. When had been the last time she had done that? She couldn't even remember.
Entering through the Courtyard, Sarreaha had arrive about an hour after the Ball was set to start. Her eyes caught sight of various students lingering around the refreshment tables. Some she recognized and some she didn't. With a small sigh, she walked through the Courtyard and onto the actual grounds, she was surprised at the sight that greeted her.
If she had not have known what the grounds had previously looked like, she would not have recognized them now...
Devon:
It was amazing what a piece of old Celtic jewelry could do to one's nerves and sights. It had been around two weeks now since Devon had found what he'd been looking for, a way to seal his visions out. His right ear was pierced with an old Celtic stud. It was small, but somewhat noticeable under his mass of messy curls.
But, as Devon walked into the courtyard, he knew the thing worked like a charm. It was one of the best things that had happened to him. Now, he could somehow enjoy the ball without visions under his eyes.
Glancing around, Devon saw people he knew and didn't knew, but one person, standing a few feet away from him, was in his mind. There was no mistake, it had to be her. Sarreaha. He'd been meaning to ask her to the ball, he really did want that, and it was strange to him. He'd felt the urge to ask her, but every time he got a bit closer to her, the kiss she'd given him came back to his mind. So, he hadn't seen her since she'd kissed him.
And now, there she was, standing with her back towards him. She was beautiful. A orange dress and her hair put up. Devon was bitter. She'd dressed up so nicely, she probably already had a date. Somehow, he was a bit sad over that.
However, he suddenly found himself walking towards her. He didn't pay attention to the surroundings around him, all he saw, was her. Coming up behind her, took a hold of both her shoulders, without really knowing why. He held her, so that she wouldn't be able to turn around to see him, because he knew he couldn't say what he was about to say with her eyes staring into his.
"I know I should have asked you a long time ago, when we first knew about the ball, but I chickened out every time I saw you. I couldn't help it. Still, I'm sorry I didn't. I regret for not asking you to the ball, Sarreaha. I hope you have a nice time with your date," Devon said. He didn't sound angry or bitter for thinking that she'd already gotten a date. He just sounded... honest and sincere.
With that, Devon let go of her and turned around and begun walking away. He'd never summon up the courage to look her in the face after what he'd said. He'd been a complete fool. However, he was glad he'd gotten in off his chest.
Sarreaha:
Sarreaha had been contemplating what she would do. Should she find some of her friends, would they mind her tagging along with them and their dates? Would she just feel like a third wheel. These thoughts swarming her mind, she found herself feeling depressed and wondering why she even bothered.
Her thoughts thus preoccupied she had given a small jump when she felt a pair of hands rest on her shoulders, keeping her from turning. At the voice, I know I should have asked you a long time ago, when we first knew about the ball, but I chickened out every time I saw you. I couldn't help it. Still, I'm sorry I didn't. I regret for not asking you to the ball, Sarreaha. I hope you have a nice time with your date. she felt tingles crawl over her skin.
She knew who it was right away. As she listened to him speak, Sarreaha could not help her eyes widening in surprise ever so slightly, or the light smile that had touched her lips. However, his last sentence struck her, I hope you have a nice time with your date. Her mind question the statement with What date? Deep down she knew she had been hoping he would ask her, and perhaps that was why she had turned down the three who had asked her.
However, she did not contemplate it further when she felt his hands release her shoulders. She spun on her toes quickly, her fingers reaching for his hand in the process, trying to catch him before he left her reach, as she cried, "Devon!"
"I-I don't have a date," she said, feeling silly for the simple fact. Her gaze traveled down to the ground in slight embarrassment.
Devon:
Spinning around to walk away, Devon felt a hand search for his own. He felt small fingers grasp around his slightly larger hand and he stopped as he heard her voice. Devon! Her voice had said it quickly as if... no, could it?
I-I don't have a date. Devon stared ahead. He still hadn't turned around. I-I don't have a date. She didn't? But why? As he'd seen her a couple of minutes ago, he couldn't understand why. She was so kind, her personality demanded attention because she was so kind. And, she was so pretty as well. Devon didn't want to turn around, but he knew he had to.
Don't have a date.
Suddenly, turning around weren't such a bad idea. So he did, and as doing so, he caught the sight of her stunning caramel brown eyes again. He stood there for a moment, just staring at her.
"You don't?" Devon found himself saying surprised. He didn't say anything further, cause he was contemplating on what to say. He was quiet and acting as withdrawn as usual. For a second, it seemed that he weren't going to say anything at all, until he spoke, with a small smile gracing his lips for the first time since he met Sarreaha.
"Do you want to go with me then?"
Sarreaha:
When he stopped, her fingers released his hand and her hand dropped back to her side. Her finger tips played with the top layer of the skirt of her dress. Her eyes although on the ground, could see his shoes. One thought just popped into her mind.
Why doesn't he turn around? He was just standing there, her eyes traveled up to look at his back. Why won't he turn around? Had she said something she oughtn't? Did it even matter now that she didn't have a date. He had said he wanted to ask her but didn't. Did he still want to? She assumed he did ... why else would he have told her such things? Was it because she was unattainable, or so he thought?
Why couldn't he just turn around? She felt her right hand form a fist, her fingers curling around the sheer fabric on the skirt, in her nervousness.
It happened. He turned around. Sarreaha could of sworn her heart had stopped in that second. Her eyes caught his after he turned around. However, when he remained silent she wasn't so sure that now he was facing her it was any better. Instead, now she was willing him to say something! She felt as if she was on the edge of something, waiting to fall.
However, no matter how long the wait seemed to her, a moment had passed and he spoke. You don't? Sarreaha found herself shaking her head no, the word escaping her lips in a whisper. Then he was silent again. Silence. Usually she did not mind it, but now it seemed as if it took a twisted glee in torturing her. Back in her mind, she knew that this situation couldn't be any easier for Devon. But humans can be selfish beings and think only of themselves in moments of emotional crisis.
Do you want to go with me then? The words just seemed to cut through the air, the world taking on a surreal feel to it, especially when her eyes saw the smile on his lips. She had never seen that smile before ... why had he never smiled like that before?
It suited him.
And then Sarreaha found she was making him wait now. She didn't know how much time had passed since he uttered that simple question. A moment perhaps. However, Sarreaha did not waste any time. A smile touched her lips, meeting her eyes. "I'd love to, Devon," she said softly, almost shyly.
Devon:
Do you want to go with me then? His words were still lingering on his lips from where they'd come. And he'd smiled. He'd shown off a side of him that's he couldn't remember even was there. He was still smiling at her, waiting for her reply. He noticed how her finger tips played with the top layer of her dress, how she seemed almost nervous?
He couldn't really tell. How often was he around people anyways, or at least, how often did he speak to them, a girl even. Rarely. However, he he now was, standing there, asking her out. He just couldn't tell by her face what he answer would be, and for once he wished to take of his new earring and see what were to happen.
Even though it seemed forever to wait, it didn't take long, as his small smile was still on his face. All the thoughts he'd thought, had only taken a second to think.
And then, she smiled.
I'd love to, Devon.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She'd accepted! What did he do now? Did he jump around or do something un-characteristic of him? Should he start running, as he was filled with energy? Should he hug her, kiss her? Devon didn't know what else to do that to do no more than to keep his smile.
He felt like he'd won a battle, a battle with himself.
Still smiling, he offered his arm. "Shall we go then?" he asked. He'd changed in a moment, or so it felt on the inside. He'd gotten the courage to ask, and now do what his heart desired.
Sarreaha:
Sarreaha had not been expecting any fantastic in Devon's response to her acceptance. She had realized he was mellow, more calm, hiding of his inner feelings. Even know him as she did, and not very well, she could not tell half of what he was thinking. She only ever guessed and hoped she was right. Sometimes even, the Hufflepuff girl would dig up the courage to ask him, much like she had in Diagon Alley. However, her peace of mind was saved by his question, her answer, and his response.
The smile had remained intact. Although probably cruel or mean to think, Sarreaha wondered how long he would smile like that or even if he would again in the future. She could not possibly know.
Shall we go then? Sarreaha gave him a bright smile as she nodded her head, accepting his offered arm, laying her hand in the crook of his elbow, much like she had scene in muggle films.
Sarreaha allowed Devon to direct their path. She didn't know where she wanted to go, she didn't know even where they could go. It mattered not to her if they danced or if they just spent the event in each other's company. However, she couldn't help but ask him, "Were you looking forward to the ball at all?" Devon did not strike her as the type to attend these things. Why had he even come? Sarreaha would probably have gone anyway, date or no, although second guessing her decision in the end just as she had.
Devon:
Sarreaha accepted his hand with a smile and they walked. Devon felt sort of weird with the whole situation. He didn't know how to act or respond. These weren't the type of things he did. He just didn't! Even though the true smile he'd kept on his lips were now gone, it weren't completely gone. It was sort of half there. One would say that he was in a rather good mood, and it could be seen.
Devon weren't really sure what to expect now. He'd said what he had to say, and that was that. However, Devon had been sure he'd been going left empty handed, without a second thought. He was sure he was going to leave. Now that she situation had changed, he did not know what would happen. Devon as the type of guy who like to come prepared. Now, he was not. In these kind of situation, one would wish for the gift to see the future. Funny really.
Were you looking forward to the ball at all? Devon caught her words in the wind and looked down at her. "No, not really. I weren't even planning to go. I only came to speak to you," Devon said truthfully.
He weren't even sure why he'd said it. Perhaps he felt like he could open up a little to Sarreaha, to tell her what was on his mind. How often did he ever do that? He never spoke with his siblings about that anymore. They just didn't understand. Perhaps Sarreaha was the type of person he could speak to.
He did sort of, feel glad or relived over telling her things that was on his mind. Usually, he kept all the small and large things to himself. Sometimes contemplating on it for days. Like that kiss... Devon pushed it from his mind and looked at Sarreaha. "I bet you were planning to go anyways," he said with the small half smirk, half smile he usuall gave her.
Sarreaha:
No, not really. I weren't even planning to go. I only came to speak to you. Sarreaha had not felt any surprise over his words. In truth, he had confirmed what she had thought he'd answer. That he wasn't really the type to attend such events as this. Sarreaha did not contemplate it any further when he soon spoke again.
I bet you were planning to go anyways. A smile touched her lips. He could read her just as well. However, was she really that difficult to read. "I had boughten the dresses, I was committed," she stated lightly, "and when I arrived I questioned the sanity of doing so ... with no date and my friends all having dates..."
She trailed off, her eyes catching sight of the silvers balls that were floating above the grounds and over head. She wondered briefly what they were for. However, they were not the reason she had trailed off. She was just felt the weariness of the evening again. The fact of what probably would of happened if Devon had not shown up.
However, she then had to wonder. Was the weekend going to be any better now that she had a date? She could not even begin to foretell of the rest of the evening would go, not even the weekend. Devon had told her he would not have attended, but since he was now going with her, would it be any fun for him?