Post by violetxsinclaire on Aug 21, 2008 7:32:25 GMT -5
School organized events were always so, so serious and this one was no exception in Violet’s eyes. The invitation had said to dress-up as your assigned sin or virtue. She was not looking forward to how the lusts would be garbed, if they bothered to wear anything at all. God she was not in the mood for this, had it been another day, in other place maybe Violet would be diving right into the little game the Headmaster was playing. Just not now.
Upon acquiring the invitation she was a pleased and she had the initial excitement of going to a social event, but it quickly died as the homework piled up and her parents sent letters wanting replies to their previous letters. She even found herself pushing away some of her dearest friends. In her heart Violet knew that it would be wise to stop that, or else she would end up alone and never having been truly lonely before she had no clue how she would react. But there she was absorbed with herself. It wasn’t really a shock to her when she was selected to represent pride. Nothing else really fit, then again sloth better described her current mood. Pride and it wasn’t even the acceptable kind of pride, it was vanity.
It was only natural that Violet had an excessive belief in her attractiveness. There were few people that had ever seen her looking like shit, and those who did would never dare point it out to her, fearful of her reaction. Unlike so many girls she had been spared the awkward puberty acne. As far as Violet was concerned she was beautiful.
Who had said that, oh yes it had been a young muggle man she had met at a gala dinner. He had shamelessly flirted and complimented her the entire evening, before he informed her of his lodgings. Violet was too proud to comply. Her looks were an a false invitation of sorts. Leading across the bridge to meet the ice queen. Appearance was also her armor, no matter what they said at the end of the day she might feel like the ooze tricking out of your garbage compacter but still look like your grandmothers most prized rose bush.
Despite her lousy mood and matching attitude Violet did put some thought into what she might wear and how to show vanity besides the obvious. As a child she remembered her grandmother taking her on a day excursion to the museum of fine art. Not to much was left in her memory of that day, except for one painting. It was a dolled up young woman glancing at herself in the mirror. The devil held the mirror. Nana’s words to Violet about that paintings had been something like Child, you are in that painting. and then herself foolishly asking which one she was. Reflecting on that example of foreshadowing as she prepared for the ball she knew that she was more often than not both the devil and the young woman. Now to clearly show that emotion in her attire for the ball.
She had five acceptable dresses packed away in her trunk, three of them she had already worn to previous school events so they could not be worn to the ball. That left the black silk and tulle number. While she adored the dress it was just a bit too much with delicate embroidering and besides, it was black and Violet had not intentions of attending a funeral this evening. That left the party frock that she had long since forgotten about. The satin against her skin was a welcome feeling, soft and gentle the way it flowed made her feel heavenly as though she was a virtue and not a sin. The design of the dress was fairly flattering on her figure - although had she been at home she could have found something that was better - the designer had made it strapless and empire waisted. Jade was the color that the fabric had been dyed. So green was more for the envious, but Violet was that sometimes too and besides it was a nice dress. Still it didn’t really convey pride. Leaving her make-up to just the usual smoky eye - that she imagined dozens of girls would be sporting this evening - and her lips to a plain pink gloss, there was no portrayal of vanity there either. That left Violet’s banana colored hair. What she needed was the two or three of the eyes from peacocks feathers to pin underneath her skull hair clip. Two symbols of vanity, intertwined.
Violet had spent ten minutes trying to make them magically before submitting herself to one her dorm mates by asking for help, the complied in exchange for some help with their make-up. With her hair pin in hand she swooped the top half of her hair up into bump, beehive whatever you want to call it. Securing it with the skull and feather pin, along with several bobby pins and hair spray before brushing the bottom half over her right shoulder. She smiled as she picked up her hand mirror, she couldn’t help but think of the painting. It almost made her sick, to think that the one thing that the Headmaster noticed about her was just the was she was full of herself. Deep down she knew she was more than that. To complete her look she grabbed several strands of pearls out of her trunk, they were a variety of different lengths and sizes. Some Violet called her own and other she had stolen out of her mother’s jewelry box. For shoes she took the black close-toed kitten heels that she often wore to class. There was no way that she could brave stilettos this evening.
In had taken her longer than she expected to get ready. Way too much thought had gone into everything. Vanity was not exactly easy to make a point of showing, but at least it could be done. Vi met her friends on the staircase, the usual meeting place where compliments, hugs, kisses and evil eyes were exchanged, they continued to the ball as a unit and abandoned each almost ceremoniously. She almost gagged as she saw one of her lady friends escorting a young man out of the ball. They hadn’t even been there ten minutes! Violet had no intentions of doing the same. After a few dances she took and butter-beer and stepped to the side. A good natured smile settled on her lips, so far so good. The music was not quite to her taste, but still she swayed gently back and forth. It was fun to watch people. Shy people spreading there wings were her personal favorite.
Upon acquiring the invitation she was a pleased and she had the initial excitement of going to a social event, but it quickly died as the homework piled up and her parents sent letters wanting replies to their previous letters. She even found herself pushing away some of her dearest friends. In her heart Violet knew that it would be wise to stop that, or else she would end up alone and never having been truly lonely before she had no clue how she would react. But there she was absorbed with herself. It wasn’t really a shock to her when she was selected to represent pride. Nothing else really fit, then again sloth better described her current mood. Pride and it wasn’t even the acceptable kind of pride, it was vanity.
It was only natural that Violet had an excessive belief in her attractiveness. There were few people that had ever seen her looking like shit, and those who did would never dare point it out to her, fearful of her reaction. Unlike so many girls she had been spared the awkward puberty acne. As far as Violet was concerned she was beautiful.
You rival Nefertiti, Miss Sinclaire
Who had said that, oh yes it had been a young muggle man she had met at a gala dinner. He had shamelessly flirted and complimented her the entire evening, before he informed her of his lodgings. Violet was too proud to comply. Her looks were an a false invitation of sorts. Leading across the bridge to meet the ice queen. Appearance was also her armor, no matter what they said at the end of the day she might feel like the ooze tricking out of your garbage compacter but still look like your grandmothers most prized rose bush.
Despite her lousy mood and matching attitude Violet did put some thought into what she might wear and how to show vanity besides the obvious. As a child she remembered her grandmother taking her on a day excursion to the museum of fine art. Not to much was left in her memory of that day, except for one painting. It was a dolled up young woman glancing at herself in the mirror. The devil held the mirror. Nana’s words to Violet about that paintings had been something like Child, you are in that painting. and then herself foolishly asking which one she was. Reflecting on that example of foreshadowing as she prepared for the ball she knew that she was more often than not both the devil and the young woman. Now to clearly show that emotion in her attire for the ball.
She had five acceptable dresses packed away in her trunk, three of them she had already worn to previous school events so they could not be worn to the ball. That left the black silk and tulle number. While she adored the dress it was just a bit too much with delicate embroidering and besides, it was black and Violet had not intentions of attending a funeral this evening. That left the party frock that she had long since forgotten about. The satin against her skin was a welcome feeling, soft and gentle the way it flowed made her feel heavenly as though she was a virtue and not a sin. The design of the dress was fairly flattering on her figure - although had she been at home she could have found something that was better - the designer had made it strapless and empire waisted. Jade was the color that the fabric had been dyed. So green was more for the envious, but Violet was that sometimes too and besides it was a nice dress. Still it didn’t really convey pride. Leaving her make-up to just the usual smoky eye - that she imagined dozens of girls would be sporting this evening - and her lips to a plain pink gloss, there was no portrayal of vanity there either. That left Violet’s banana colored hair. What she needed was the two or three of the eyes from peacocks feathers to pin underneath her skull hair clip. Two symbols of vanity, intertwined.
Violet had spent ten minutes trying to make them magically before submitting herself to one her dorm mates by asking for help, the complied in exchange for some help with their make-up. With her hair pin in hand she swooped the top half of her hair up into bump, beehive whatever you want to call it. Securing it with the skull and feather pin, along with several bobby pins and hair spray before brushing the bottom half over her right shoulder. She smiled as she picked up her hand mirror, she couldn’t help but think of the painting. It almost made her sick, to think that the one thing that the Headmaster noticed about her was just the was she was full of herself. Deep down she knew she was more than that. To complete her look she grabbed several strands of pearls out of her trunk, they were a variety of different lengths and sizes. Some Violet called her own and other she had stolen out of her mother’s jewelry box. For shoes she took the black close-toed kitten heels that she often wore to class. There was no way that she could brave stilettos this evening.
In had taken her longer than she expected to get ready. Way too much thought had gone into everything. Vanity was not exactly easy to make a point of showing, but at least it could be done. Vi met her friends on the staircase, the usual meeting place where compliments, hugs, kisses and evil eyes were exchanged, they continued to the ball as a unit and abandoned each almost ceremoniously. She almost gagged as she saw one of her lady friends escorting a young man out of the ball. They hadn’t even been there ten minutes! Violet had no intentions of doing the same. After a few dances she took and butter-beer and stepped to the side. A good natured smile settled on her lips, so far so good. The music was not quite to her taste, but still she swayed gently back and forth. It was fun to watch people. Shy people spreading there wings were her personal favorite.