Reception Hall

Medea sighed with relief when her stilettos made contact with the soft down of the carpet. She wasn't what many would call a pro at wearing heels, the number of times her bare knees being at risk was countless.

She surveyed the emptiness the hall.
"I guess i'm fashionably early" she smiled to herself, playing on the oftenly used phrase of being fashionably late'

All she wore was a simple lacy white dress. She disliked the many looks she received from shopkeepers on the high street thus she made herself to stay away.

Leaning lightly against a potted plant, her eyes wandered around, searching for anyone newcomers.

[EDITED]

The whole Grand Foyer was surprisingly quite for so many people residing in one space. Choi could be scene standing a few feet away from the reception desk, Secretary Woo residing next to him, both waiting for his guess to arrive. Behind him was a row of waitresses and waiters all wearing the same uniforms, waited as well to take the coats from the guess, or to escort them where they wanted or needed to go. Some even cared trays of liquor or in the student's case apple juice, soda pop, and what the waiters found funny, Pumpkin Juice. No one spoke.

Except for the Master Conductor, Micheal Ellington. A plump of a man, who was as Juvenile as well as an excellent and well respected conductor and musician hummed to himself as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.

(By the way Medea, no one is hear, yet.)

Aimee was going to shoot herself before the day was over.

She entered the Reception Hall by herself, glancing left and right for any sign of a recognizable face. This kind of formal event was beyond her bounds of understanding, but she had done her part to dress up, nonetheless. She twisted her ring nervously, trying her best to ignore the tight feeling in her stomach. Was sh prepared for this at all?

... Of course she was. She told herself this, anyway, raising an eyebrow at Choi as she neared the reception desk. He was dressed as impeccably as ever and radiated an air of confidence. Something she felt like she would never be able to do.

Aimee managed a faint smile at Choi before the Master Conductor led her away. Her smile widens at the man.
"Thank you, Mr. Ellington. You look very charming today, as well." She made another scan of the scenario, taking in all of the socialites gathered in the room. Choi was greeting Blaire - her expression dimmed slightly. Blaire had been something of a wonder during her years at school. Her and her brothers were... well, highly up there. The people here, like Choi and them, probably knew each other already from other fancy events. She seemed out of place here.

Think nothing of it, she chided herself, shrugging away the worries. She was here to perform, after all. Not gape at people.
Plus, there was the food.

Arriving with her students, and after paying the admission fee, Eirina walked into the Reception Hall. She had turned to all of the students, as well as the chaperons, who had decided to come, and left them on one note.

"Don't misbehave, you are free to roam, just don't get in trouble. Stay with at least one other person at all times. Your chaperons--myself, professor Reid, professor Christensen, and nurse Detenae--will be keeping watch. You are to meet me at the main Entrance by 10 o'clock tonight, act accordingly and do not be late. So, have fun and enjoy yourselves!"

(don't worry, it doesn't end at 10, I have no idea when I'll end this event, it's just an 'in theory' kind of a thing. I'll PM/make an announcement when you ACTUALLY need to meet up with Eirina--probably tomorrow or monday.)

It had been quite a long time since Professor Reid had seen such posh festivities. And though she felt a tad bit out of her own element, it did not give way into her appearance and posture as she stood to the side of the cluster of students as they poured into the room behind Eirina. As the Headmistress gave her students the minimal instructions, Madison surveyed the faces of the students, seeing if any of them looked like trouble in the making. There were a few she could see causing problems at such an elegant gathering, but she would just have to wait and see if her judgments were accurate.

Perhaps it was a bit out of character for her to have attended as a chaperon, but she had been more concerned about the fact that it was a public event. It was only the paranoia in the Professor's mind that had brought her here, and it was only that paranoia that brought her to observe the rest of the people- the adults- that were enjoying the festivities. The fact that any of these people could be dangerous concerned her, so she couldn't let the Headmistress and the students come without joining them. It gave her somewhat of peace of mind.

Brianna entered the room, pushing her hair back and looking every bit the first class person that she was. She was dressed in a mixture of sleek and formal with her hair simply put down. She had been to a myriad of events like this one - being adopted by her 'parents' had its benefits, after all.
Many of the other students had hadn't experienced such an extravagance, however, and some literally gaped in awe. She bit back a smile.

It had been a while since she'd gone to a ball like such - school was often the main factor. It was a bit ridiculous, honestly, but it wasn't like she could say anything until she graduated. Until then... Her eyes scanned the room. She may as well make use of her time.

When a young Mr. Edrins walked in, he looked around with little enthusiasm. The arrangements of the event were everything he expected them to be; matching waiters and waitresses, brilliant decor, and a vast number of guests. Having expected all of this from an extravagant Charity Ball, one such as Dein did not have the pleasure of feeling impressed. It merely reached the proper standards he had set, and therefore could not scrutinize a thing.

Dein was dressed rather differently than usual for such an occasion. Rather than wearing the typical stark tux he generally chose for formal gatherings, he could be seen in a much more approachable attire. Rather than being dark and unapproachable, he was bright, and ever present, and would act accordingly. He had even walked in with a bit of a smile, however false it was. And should he happen to hear any interesting conversations, or floating gossip during his stay, all the better!

As he looked out passed the flood of students, his gaze was obstructed by a certain Miss Kyler's bare back, but only for the moment. He'd soon shifted his attention elsewhere. He was certain Brianna would be doing everything in her power to enjoy the festivities, and he had no intention of crossing her path to ruin it for her. He wasn't here for that.

His attention was caught next by the portrait of a woman and a piano, a woman Dein assumed the celebrations were in honor of. She seemed to be of the happy, enthusiastic sort. Certainly someone worthy of the honor of such an occasion.

Medea pushed herself off the wall at hearing a familiar voice. Her body appeared less tense. "Hola mi amiga" Medea beamed back "and i must say you, my friend, look rather dazzling tonight" Medea drawled with a glint in her eyes.

She raised an eyebrow at Blaire. It was no surprise the girl knew many people. Medea stayed away from social gatherings in her early years, or more like her mother prevented her from going.

Medea did a small curtsy, as much as she could manage in those damned heels. Normally, she wasn't lady-like enough for these sort of things but in places like these, she had to try maintain manners. "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Mr Choi"

Her eyes wandered to the girl who had recently entered. The strong pull to the girl screamed Veela as did the many gaping gazes of boys in the room. Medea felt a shiver run up the white trail on her spine. Absent-mindedly, she stepped closer to Blaire.

Lacetta had attended the ball as a chaperon, as she was more then happy to help the headmistress and volunteer. However, she hadn't been expecting an event as formal as this, although it was rather beautiful. As she walked in with the rest of the attendees from Hogwarts, she stared in awe at the beautiful Hall, and the beautiful people who had filled it.

She hadn't had a dress for the occasion, and had to go out and find one formal enough for such an event. Many of her clothes, although they were dresses, were fun and casual, often seen as a bit strange in her style. It had taken her a long while, and even the one she had on now, wasn't quite as she'd like it, but she fit in a little better with those around her.

Taking a few steps forth after Eirina's speech, Lacetta smiled and looked around at all of students and adults, mingling as they had started to spread throughout the room. It was truly beautiful here.

(You are SOOOO mean XDD)

"And thank you, for having us. I am more then pleased to be at such a wonderful event, and I am happy to donate to such a great fund. Thank you, again, for putting this together."

She smiled kindly and bowed her head and part of her torso. Choi seemed hardly an adult, but she hadn't mentioned it. He could appear as though he still belonged in school, possibly at Hogwarts. But that didn't matter, he was a talented boy, hosting a wonderful charity.

And...was that Aimee she spotted, over in the distance? Was she going to be playing, alongside Choi? She didn't question it, and instead paid her mind back to her kids.

"Hello Lacetta." Dein said as he approached the Head Nurse while glancing around the rest of the hall. After making this small observation, he turned to her and smiled. He didn't comment on her obviously beautiful dress, nor did he ask what she thought about the festivities.

He expected the Chaperons of the party would be standing off to the side for most of the night to keep an eye on the other students, which was why he was currently speaking to Lacetta. If she would accept the company, he would surely accompany her. Seeing the party from an outside perspective would be much more interesting than merging with it. But that was only if Lacetta was going to act as he expected.

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Madison raised an eyebrow, as the little prat was dragged away and over to Eirina instead. She looked at Eirina, but she had not appeared to have heard the child's insolence. Madison sighed, "I need a glass," she muttered to herself before stepping away from the students to go find a waiter.

As Lacetta heard her name, and a hello, she turned to come to face with Dein. In her heels she was about his height, but she wouldn't have them on for long. Lacetta enjoyed her flats, and she was sure that her being in heels would only encourage her clumsiness, and quite the bit of uncomfortable fittings. If any students were to get into trouble, she was unsure if she could do much about it, in the heels and her dress. Many would include her personality, but she hadn't put much thought to it. Perhaps Headmistress Naer hadn't, either.

Immediately, a giggle rose out of Lacetta, and a smile landed itself on her face. When she had turned to meet Dein's greeting, the first thing she noticed other then his eyes, was his suit. Dein's attire was certainly not what she would have expected him to wear. Of all the students, she would have thought him to wear the most black, which only proved that judging was a poor idea. She found it adorable, though, and she had now greatly regretted not going with a more vibrant choice in dress, opposed to fitting in a tad more with the other guests.

"You look so cute!" Had been her immediate reaction, her smile never faultering.

Emma was absolutely giddy with excitement, and had it not been for the horribly frightening high heels, she would be jumping up and down to show it. She had never seen such a fancy setting in her entire life, and was almost certain she'd never see something like this again. Emma was gonna enjoy this as much as she could while it lasted.

Brimming with cheeriness, she came up to the side of a Slytherin girl who seemed friendly enough, laced her fingers together and stood on her tip-toes to get a good view of things, "Isn't this place sooo pretty?" She smiled at the girl, who, on closer inspection, appeared maybe a year or so older than her.

Rather quiet, Avileene stood at the back of the crowd of students, shying away from all. She had silenced as her Headmistress spoke, but not a word reached her ear. The students were all whispering to each other, and she couldn't make out what Eirina had intended to say. She couldn't read her lips, either, because from her short stature, she could hardly see above the students heads.

It hadn't been her idea to go, but her parents had told her she should. Her mother made her dress, and had said that she wanted her daughter to be cultured. She hadn't had to pay for the event, nor did she believe any of the students, and thus her mother spoke for her to go, asked her so kindly. And so she was, here, quiet and shy, her hands resting in front of her body, her boyish figure done little justice in the dress.

The kids before her started to disperse, and Avileene had hoped to flee. She quietly made her way to a corner, looking at the crowd.