Waiting. ((Open))

Her brow furrowed as she watched Draco leave the room, frowning. Then a boy walked in, with wavy black hair and rounded glasses. She nibbled on her lower lip as she recognized the boy. Harry Potter. She was surprised that he was alone. She thought that people would be surrounding him. She thought about going over to introduce herself, but it seemed like he wanted to be alone. She blinked and tilted her head. She fixed the thick strap of her dress onto her shoulder and moved to stand beside the table he sat at. "Hello," She murmured nervously, the corner of her mouth tilting up into a half smile.

George apparated into the large ballroom with a crack. A lopsided grin plastered onto his face as he glanced around at all the younger partygoers. George ran a hand through his ginger hair, takig a couple steps over towards the beverage table. He was wearing a rather vibrant purple vest with black dress slacks and a black shirt, a white tie hung lazily from his neck. The ginger waved his hand and summoned a rather large bottle of firewhisky, placing it on the table. He was sure Draco wouldnt mind. After all nearly everyone here was of age. He summoned several glasses from the kitchen and pointed his finger into each cup, filling them with enchanted ice that was to never melt. He poured some of the whisky into a glass and strode over to the wall, leaning against it as he took a sip. He spotted Harry, but he decided to leave him be. He looked quite busy with a rather pretty looking girl, maybe his date? George shrugged and took a sip of the liquid, shoving his free hand into his pocket.

Fred appeared beside his other half, leaning against the wall and shoving his hands into his pockets. He wore an orange vest over a white long sleeved button-up shirt and black slacks. He quickly scanned the room with eyebrow raised, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. "Hey, Feorge," he murmured, spotting a few people that he recognized.

"Hello Gred, come to enjoy the party? S'quite pathetic if you ask me. I say we liven it up a bit, yknow play some better music. Maybe a few pranks." the corners of his mouth twitched up into a crooked smile as he winked at his carbon copy. He then motioned over towards Harry and the girl. She looked awfully firmiliar, hough he couldnt place her, he didnt make a habit of studying the backs of girls heads, much.

Harry swallowed hard as he watched the girl approach from the corner of his eye. He began to twiddle his thumbs nervously as she said hello. "Er, Hi." He smiled a bit, looking up at her. He honestly hadnt expected anyone to speak with him. His neck began to redden slightly as he scratched at the back of his head. "Care to sit with me?" He raised a brow, motioning towards the chair across the table. He looked up just in time to see George appear, and Fred was not far behind. His breath hitched a bit as he noticed the one he knew to be George staring. He prayed to merlin the ginger wasnt planning on pranking him...

Elsei began to chew gently on her bottom lip, nearly jumping out of her skin as the two apparation cracks sounded through the room. The two ginger boys appeared and she couldnt help but stare. They were identical, only one was missing an ear. Realizing she was staring her cheeks reddened a bit, glancing back over at Jacob. She smiled and rocked back and forth on her heels, folding her hands behind her back. "Sooo, what do you wanna do?" she questioned, still chewing on her lip.

Jacob turned at the two sharp cracks. Two identical, grinning, red-haired twins stood by the drinks table. The pungent odor of firewhiskey reached his sensitive nostrils, and he wrinkled his nose slightly. It reminded him of the wizards that had foolishly gone chasing after him, often reeking of the stuff. Also in the room was a raven-haired boy who Bonnie had gone over to greet. He looked extremely nervous, gaze flicking over to the twins. Elsei spoke to him, and he returned his attention back to her. He shrugged. "Well, I was hoping you would honor me with the privilege of dancing with a beautiful being like yourself." He said, turning on the charm. It had been a while since he had done so, and he was feeling a bit self-conscious. He hid his slightly red face by bowing his head and holding out his hand in a very gentleman like pose.

Elsei's eyes widened a bit as she stared down at his hand. Her neck reddened, the color creeping slowly up to her ears as she released a rather high pitched squeak. Dance? She couldnt dance, she didnt know how. Her parents rarely let her indulge in such activities. Such was not 'proper' for a young lady. She smiled nervously, taking a step closer. "Sure, but I, uh, I dont know how.." she bit her lip, glancing away shyly. Her fingers entwined as she fumbled with her dress, waiting for the boy to respond.

Bonnie smiled sweetly and settled into the seat. she didn't want to be pushy, so she really didn't give of that she knew who he was. When his face flickered, hers followed. She noticed George, the nice man who had stood up for her. Her eyes widened when she took in the sight of the other man standing beside him. He looked exactly alike. She raised an eyebrow and looked back at Harry. He seemed nervous. She blinked and smiled softly, leaning her arms crossed on the table and tilting her head. "I'm Bonnie. Bonnie Moon. And you? What's your name?"

Fred flashed his gaze towards Harry, who was nervously speaking with a pretty young redhead. He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a lopsided grin. "What ya have in mind, Feorge?" He muttered, tilting his head.

George pondered for a moment. The gears in his head spinning rappidly as he thought of possible pranks to pull on the raven haired boy. He raised the glass of firewhisky, rubbing the cool glass against his lips. "Maybe set some fireworks off out of his ears.. Nothing too bad, dont want to scare off his friend. Shes the first girl Ive seen him with since Ginny." Sure he was mad at Harry for leaving Ginny but he didnt hate him. Harry could talk to whoever he wanted, George wasnt about to stop him.

Ginny walked into Malfoy Manor in a little black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places and her red hair down. She searched the room and quickly spotted Harry, whom she desperately wished to avoid, and then her eyes fell on Fred and George. "Hello, you two. Fancy seeing you here," she said jovially, hugging each brother in turn.

George smiled crookedly as Ginny approached, nudging his other half before she got close. "You as well, shouldnt you be looking for Harry? Arent you two sill friends?" He questioned, raising a brow as he took a sip of the liquid in his glass. He glanced over at Harry for a moment, he seemed rather busy with the other girl.

"He, er... seems busy." Ginny said, blushing a deep red. "I don't think he's interested in me anymore," she admitted, her eyes cast downward. She didn't like the idea of him being with anyone else, but knew that she couldn't change his mind. She also just wanted him to be happy.

Georges eyes widened just a tad as she had mentioned Harry not being interested. George had his suspicions that Harry was interested in Draco. This just added a bit more evidence. He knew Draco was bi, Harry had told him that in a rather excited tone. He remembered Harry stumbling over himself whenever he would see Draco. The corners of his lips twitched a bit into a kind smile. "You think he's into Draco?" he questioned, waggling his brows as he chuckled a bit.

Fred blinked and rubbed the back of his neck in confusion, raising an eyebrow. He shrugged it off, not wanting to get into the drama of his younger sister life. He slipped his wand out and tapped it against his temple, watching the small redhead and Harry intently as he listened to his siblings conversation. He pursed his lips and tilted his head. "Make him puke up slugs for a bit? Or maybe turn his face into that of a pigs?" he spoke more to himself than to his twin. He wasn't very fond of the Potter boy since he left Ginny. Respected him, yes, but didn't quite like him.

Ginny frowned. "That's exactly what I think, actually." Her tone was slightly cold. She wasn't fond of that idea. She wasn't a fan of the Malfoys and was a little biased because of her feelings towards Harry. "It's weird and I'm not a fan of it." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms over her chest and looking at her brothers.

Fred blinked and glanced at his sister, raising an eyebrow. "Wait, Potter likes Malfoy? That's awkward.." He murmured, glaring at the raven-haired boy. He was beyond confused, things just got weird he was away.

Jamie slowly entered the manor. The dimmed lights in the ballroom made him stand out, almost as if he were glowing. He coughed nervously, lickin his fangs. So many people, so much blood. His breath hitched and he pulled a blood-pop from the pocket of his trousers, opening and lapping at it gently. This was his last lolipop, he needed it to last the night. He had reserved a room at the manor quite early, though he didnt reall have anyone to share the room with other than his cat which was already settled in the room. Nobody had wanted to stay with him. He didnt want to room with a girl cause he wasnt interested in them, and because most boys knew of his sexuality he was left with no male friends. Jamie scratched the back of his pale neck, inching over to the corner of the room. His gaze slowly rested on the set of twins, heart racig as he stared at the hole in the one twins head, where his ear should be. He blended into the corner quite well in his black suit, the only colornon him being the pink tie that hung around his neck. He held his breath as he watched the identical boys coverse with another flame haired girl that approached hem. He assumed she was their sister. He began to chew on his lip, fangs grazing against the pale flesh as he continued to watch them speak. He considered going over to introduce himself, but decided not to, letting his shy side get the best of him.

Jacob lifted his eyebrows slightly in surprise. It reminded him of how he had felt his first year at Hogwarts. Of course he knew that not all families were as well off as his, but it was different actually seeing it. His parents had raised him and Luke to be gentlemen. He quickly pushed aside the thought of his brother and smiled at Elsei. "I'll teach you." He offered. The music stopped for a few seconds before a traditional waltz began to play. "This one's easy. Come on." He invited, stepping over while keeping his hand outstretched.

Elsei took a step towards him, chewing on her lip nervously. She had no idea what to do, how to move, nothing. Her mind reeled as she tried to think of what in the name of merlin to do now. She took his hand shyly, taking another step towards him. "Okay..sorry if Im a little clumsy." she smiled sheepishly, fiddling with a section of her dress.

Fred raised an eyebrow when he felt eyes on his small group, turning towards the boy in the corner who had been staring at them. He blinked and smiled, quite friendly-like, towards him. He was alone and seemed to be nervous, so maybe a smile would put him to ease a bit.

Guyver stepped into the room, slightly taken aback by the fact that there were so few people. Wow, cousen. Way to throw a bash. he spoke internally, rolling his eyes skywards. He stood tall and lean in a perfectly tailored black suit and matching black bow tie and undershirt. His head was tilted, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his trousers, his other scratching thoughtfully at his chin. His eyes quickly scanned the room until they landed on his friend by the refreshments table. The corner of his mouth tilted up in a lopsided grin and he made his way over towards her. "Des!" When he reached her, he settled his hand on her lower back and leaned his other on the table. "Hey."

Desdemona smiled as she saw Guyver and felt his arm at her back. "Hello! It's good to see that you made it." She looked around the party, still filled with few people compared to the room size. "Quite a party, huh?" She served herself a drink and took a sip of it, glad to see that it was Butterbeer.