☆ Dancing little maidens ☆

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☆ When; The 'Icy formal' ☆
☆ Rating; I think it's safe to say PG (Unless Harry has dirty thoughts) ☆
☆ Characters; Waverly Raine - [light_lost] and Harry Dresden - [dresden4hire] ☆
☆ Summary; Harry and Waverly enjoy the formal while they try not to think about what's coming up soon. ☆
☆ Log; ☆

She had only recently returned from the undertaker. Explaining why there was a need of a coffin on such short notice was ... special to say the least. If they couldn't find Kojiro it could at least make an interesting – if morbid coffee table.

There was a fleeting moment when she realized there was a part of her that wanted Mitsuhide to have been going to kill the man. The thought made her stop in mid-strapping on of one of her shoes. She'd actually wanted a man to be dead. She actually wished that Mitsuhide had killed him. That wasn't something she enjoyed thinking about. She didn't really want anyone to die. She didn't want anyone hurt. She just didn't know any other way.

She was stating to fully grasp what Jean had told her; and it made her feel horrible for ever disliking the woman's characterization in the comics. Though, Marvel was a special breed of special.

There was a part of her that knew what had happened. Those last words ... they haunted her. He sounded like his other self, very much so. It was a strange sort of tone. As if the two were finally merged. It made her wonder really. If he had gone to fight, and he had lost; oh lord if he had lost. She prayed that Kojiro didn't do anything to Mitsuhide's body. She couldn't take it if he had. She would look for him tonight. One body or the other she would find. She could only hope that; and hope it wasn't Mitsuhide's.

Looking in the bathroom mirror she made sure that her hair was still in place. It wouldn't do to try and forget this whole mess and still have bad hair. Really, she couldn't forget any of it. She couldn't understand how people could simply treat a world that, for however long it would be, they lived in with such disinterest. It hurt, but right now there was nothing she could do about it. She took in a deep breath, steadying herself against whatever she could. She couldn't let Harry know she was worried. He'd just get even worse about all of this.

She really didn't understand why she was so important to him. Her eyes closed lightly and she sighed again. This was going to be a long end of year.

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Harry had checked and rechecked his appearance what must have been a dozen times or so since he started to get dressed for the gala tonight. A tuxedo was not something he often wore and he never really felt comfortable in it. Still, all cleaned up and shaved he did feel a bit... debonair in it. Even then, he could feel his stomach fluttering a bit at the idea of it all.

Waverly was far, far more experienced in things like this than he was. He had never really been to a formal dance before, not even prom in high school. Now here he was escorting a girl who was born and bred for this sort of thing. It was definitely a fish out of water situation for Harry. Thankfully Waverly was sure to be kind and understanding about it all.

So now he trudged through the snow to pick her up for the gala. Well, he didn't exactly trudge as a small ball of flame traveled a path before him and melted the snow. So long as they kept to paved portions of the City, they should walk across relatively dry ground.

When it led him to Waverly's building it winked out of existence for a moment and he took a steadying breath. A corsage he had purchased for her was clutched nervously in his hands. The flower on it was white. He didn't really know if it would match what she was wearing but figured it would most likely go with anything she got. Honestly, he was just glad that he had thought of it.

So now, all that was left was to wait until she came down and then they could head off.

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It was a bit odd, knowing someone was there without really knowing they were there. She walked over to the window in complete breech of proper protocol. One should leave ones date at least slightly off edge. Personally however, she'd never quite liked the idea of that. She pushed open the window and poked her head out of it, hair falling around her face with the moon lighting her from behind. She offered him a bright, if false, disarming smile.

She didn't feel quite like smiling. The kind hearted yet foolish man who was standing below her apartment building was possibly going to be seriously hurt in three days if she didn't do something soon; and the reason was because of her.

She would handle things. One way or another she would handle things. She had to. Letting Harry be harmed by Kojiro was as much not an option as letting Megumi be hurt.

Leaning out so as to see him better, strands of hair fell over her shoulder and hung loosely from the half updo that she had put her hair in. He actually did look a bit like James Bond; though how one would imagine him from the books, not the movies. It made her want to giggle, but it did manage to get her to smile genuinely.

"You look fantastic Harry." She called to him in a low din. A slight wave was offered from the woman in the window before she disappeared back inside for the moment.

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Harry glanced up as Waverly called out. He only caught a glimpse of her before she ducked back in though. What he had seen though was very, very nice. The wizard had really only seen from her neck up but the way her hair was done... Harry really liked it.

He kind of wished that she had given him some indication as to when she would be ready. Or where he was supposed to wait for her. Maybe the men she was used to being with knew all about that sort of protocol, but Harry was completely clueless. Scratching his head in thought Harry decided that he should probably just wait here.

[ooc: Sorry, I fail at this post. It's been a long day, I promise next one will be better.]

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It wasn't long before she came down. She'd actually only grabbed her purse and stuck her make-up inside as well as some tissues. That was really all a woman needed at a dance. A quick second glance in the mirror and she was out of the apartment and heading down the stairs.

She opened the door with that bright and polished smile. One could almost not tell that it was false at all. Wrapping both arms behind her back she tilted her head a bit. "Very James Bond." Just a little tease; nothing much.