J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Teaparty ::Semi-Screened for Female Chars Under 30::

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Madam Rosmerta has cleared away most of the usual tables and booths. There are still a few small tables scattered around the large room, and a cheery fire is crackling in the fireplace. Along one wall are long tables loaded with tea sandwiches, scones, petit fours, candies, biscuits and other rich treats. On the opposite wall there is tea with all the accoutrements, a fountain type punchbowl, and coffee for those who prefer it to tea. Butterbeer is also available on request.

The tables hold bouquets of early spring flowers -- snowdrops, narcissus, and crocus in pink, yellow and white. There are soft yellow, pink, and white ribbons on the candle sconces, as well.

In a back room, the models from Gladrags are bustling around, changing into the various cloaks and robes they will be showing the attendees. They can't be seen, but it is possible to hear their indistinct chatter.

After checking the arrangements with Madam Rosemerta, Ginny stands near the door, nervously waiting for Emma to show up, and worried about whether the party will come off well, and very excited about her friends meeting each other. She's dressed in an aqua green Muggle dress with small yellow flowers, and wearing the new silver snitch necklace Harry gave her.



((While screened for female characters under the age of 30, the Three Broomsticks is a public facility, so it is possible for other characters to crash the party. It'll be a lot easier if they're disguised as a female under thirty, though. *wink*))

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[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Hello, dear Ginny. Hello." Emma Woodhouse steps inside, wearing a 19th century dress with a sunday hat. "My, do you not look elegant today?" She smiled, and looks around. "Yes, this will be quite acceptable."

She is carrying with her various papers filled with notes. She sets them down at a nearby table and looks back towards Ginny. "I am certain our companions for the day will arrive shortly." She then casts a casual look at the doorway, but her mouth is set in a manner that takes away from her nonchalant glance.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Hullo, Emma! *Ginny is tremendously relieved that her friend is here and approves of the decor and refreshments* I'm so glad you're here! You look lovely, as usual! What a pretty hat! It suits your face so well. *really does think the hat is adorable, even though she'd probably never wear one, other than a wool hat against the cold, herself*

I've just checked with Madam Rosmerta and had a look at the food and everything seems to be all right.

*watches Emma place her notes on a table with much curiousity, but stops short of trying to read them, for now* Oh, I do hope you're right. Perhaps I should have put reminders up during the week. I started to, then I thought that it might look a little, well, desperateannoying.

Would you like some tea? Madam Rosmerta's Elves brew a very nice cup.

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

River enters, wearing a blue dress and duster with a Chinese influence to the style, and boots. She stops in the doorway and gives the room a quick sweeping glance, spotting Ginny with her mind while he head is turned in the other direction. "Hello, Ginny!" she calls, turning toward her friend as she waves. She comes further in and joins Ginny and Emma.

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Why, hello, River." Emma smiles, knowing the girl from her house's common room. "We are quite happy at your attendance. Would you like a cup of tea? Some biscuits?"

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

River! Hullo! I'm so glad you came! That's a really pretty dress. *is very glad Emma and River seem to know each other a bit, already*

[mistressshirley.livejournal.com]

Sneaking from the castle was suprisingly easy.
So, too, was procuring a smart outfit - a short vest and long skirt, done up in muted grey and blue plaid, with a white blouse with a faint floral print on, and a high, turned down collar. It certainly wasn't hers, though it was respectably fashionable. With the reasoning that there probably wasn't another in the school from her precise time period (and fashion season), she felt no qualms about taking it from the high, boarded-up tower.
Anne had been deathly afraid that the boy, Ryuuji, would never come to visit her, and she'd be forced to waste away forever waiting for that horrible moment in which he finally professed his tragic love for her. Or - more realistically - where he apologized and had a perfectly decent excuse for it all.
The fear, however, had passed with time, only to be replaced by a tedium that daydreams couldn't relieve. House elves made for horrid conversationalists (though one could pry just about anything from them with some creative wheedling. Which is exactly how Anne knew of the J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Teaparty), and even the spacious Hogwarts rooftops were lacking in companionship.
So with the discovery of a meeting for the young women of the school, Anne knew her opportunity to perhaps reinstate herself in the society below with a minimal amount of wave-making was at hand.


And it was as simple as quietly unlocking her door, and walking quickly and purpousfully down the stair, through the crowded commons, into the hall beyond, down a good many staircases, and out the main doors... all without a single person looking at her twice.
Confidence is key.

Now, Anne stands uneasily before the welcoming doors, wondering what Emma (or any of the others) will think of her sudden appearance. Which is so very silly, she realizes, because one's apprehensions are often so very misplaced.

So she simply walks in - tall, truly graceful, and smiling nervously. "Er... hullo."

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Anne! Oh, little Anne!" Emma sweeps towards her and takes one of her hands gently. "I have not seen you since before Valentine's Day. Oh, I have been terribly concerned. Have you been well?"

She smiles warmly, attempting to help the shy girl feel more comfortable.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Oh, hullo! Thank you so much for coming! I don't think we've met. *holds out her hand* I'm Ginny Weasley.

[redheadshizuka.livejournal.com]

Shizuka came in a little late, blushing furiously.

"I, uhm... I'm sorry. I wasn't sure if I was going to come or not, but it seemed like a good way to make friends and -- " She stopped. Blink. Took a breath.

"May I sit down?"

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Hullo! Yes, please do sit down! I don't think I've met you. I'm Ginny Weasley and I'm in, *pauses* Slytherin. I'm so glad you decided to come. There are so many nice girls at Hogwarts now, and I know a lot of us haven't had the chance to meet yet.

Would you like some tea, or punch? Or something to eat?

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

"Hello, have we met? I am Miss Emma Woodhouse, of Highbury."

Fashion Show, Part 1

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Realizing the party's well underway, the proprietress of Gladrags signals the first two models to enter the room and walk about among the tables, stopping so the ladies have the opportunity to carefully examine the garments and note their numbers in case they'd like to place an order.

The show begins with daywear, a traveling cloak and a nice, every day tweed

Re: Fashion Show, Part 1

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

Emma examines their clothes, and stops at the first one. Beautiful style, but the colors clash terribly. As for the second, she was never one for the colors of pink. No, she does not think she will buy any of these, today.

[fabulouslytacky.livejournal.com]

Rita casually strolled into the Three Broomsticks, paying little notice to the small gathering. She supposed she ought to be getting notes on the whole thing--it'd probably make for a decent article or two-- but she honestly couldn't be arsed. Right now she needed a drink and a good lay, and Madam Rosmerta could generally be relied upon to provide both.

She slid up to the bar and caught Rosmerta's eye.

"What'll it be, love?" she asked as she approached.

"Oh, I don't know. What would you recommend today?" Rita asked, tilting her head ever-so slightly and smiling seductively.

Rosmerta took the hint and returned the smile. "Well, I've been experimenting with Muggle drinks a bit, and there's one in particular that I think you'd like. It's called a Screaming Orgasm."

"I'll have one then," Rita laughed.

"Just one?" Rosmerta replied suggestively.

"One to start with," Rita replied, pointedly licking her lips.

"Coming right up," Rosmerta winked at her and walked off.

Rita sighed happily. She knew that the stress of the last few weeks was getting to her when she had actually propositioned that Anita woman. Copious amounts of alcohol and a nice, safe encounter with a beautiful woman were exactly what she needed. She glanced over at the J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. gathering and wondered if she ought to be doing this while they were there. The thought was quickly squashed.

"Heh, let them watch. They might learn something," Rita muttered to herself.

"What's that, hon?" Rosmerta asked as she returned with Rita's drink.

"Nothing, Rosmerta," she replied, gratefully accepting her drink.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*notices Rita enter the Three Broomsticks, and despite being quite certain Rita's over thirty, doesn't say anything, but watches her flirtation with Madam Rosmerta with amusement; if they're not seriously involved, maybe Emma might be interested in her? And Emma might just be the one person who could sort of keep Rita in line; hasn't got the wedding pictures with her at the moment, but thinks she might be able to get her hands on them via accio; quietly glances over in Rita's direction occasionally, looking for an opening*

[glory-god.livejournal.com]

Glory stalks in, in a short and fitted black dress, her hair beautifully styled. She walks in, takes a table that is unoccupied and signals for a wine from Madam Rosmerta.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*leaves Rita at the bar and, on her way back to the party, spots Professor Glory*

Hullo, Professor! I'm glad you were able to make it to the fashion show, after all. It's just gotten started, fortunately.

Fashion Show, Part 2

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*The Proprietress of Gladrags calls in the two models who were modeling day and traveling wear, and sends out two more. This time, they are wearing a rather modern burgandy version of robes, and a green version that can almost pass as Muggle wear, under certain circumstances*

Re: Fashion Show, Part 2

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

She passes the first model to mutter, "I am so very, very sorry." She then admires the second model's outfit. That had possibilities...

[blizardridar.livejournal.com]

Faith walked in late, wearing tight leather pants and a tight black shirt. She looked thoroughly embarassed to be there, and thoroughly out of place with her dark lip-stick and semi-trampy clothing. She walked up to Ginny and looked at her friend.

"Remind me again why I'm here." she grumbled under her breath at the red head, putting her hands on her hips. She walked up to Madame Rosemerta and motioned for a drink. She was handed a Butterbeer but didn't bother to argue for anything stronger. She could always get more later. She had managed to get her hands on a few coppers. She looked around at all the other womena dn snorted softly, throughly annoyed at her actually showing up, but more annoyed at Ginny for talking her into it.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

Faith, you came! You look great! You're here to shake things up and spike the punch and so I can tell you all about, well ... we'll have to go somewhere private, but I'll tell you all about it. And I want to hear about your boy, as well.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

The Gladrags proprietress calls in the last two models she sent out. She is ready to move on to evening wear, and this time she sends out three models, at once. The first two are wearing short over-cloaks, and the last is wearing a lovely reversible ensemble.

[persofanservice.livejournal.com]

((Note: Both of the sisters will be attempting to attend, and switching off as they do so. Pardon if this makes for some weird commentary.))

Chii entered the room, embarassed at how late that they had been. Perhaps trying to negotiate on a nice outfit that fit both her and Freya was not the best of ideas was not the best idea, as she entered, bowing to Madam Rosemerta.

Freya merely sat back in Chii's mind, taking a look at the outfits currently out. Perhaps something with the proper amount of lace and silks would show up, and she could add a nice new outfit to their wardrobe. Either way, it was sort of nice, being able to move about like this.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*sees Chii come in, and is glad she'll finally get a chance to meet her*

Hullo, I don't think we've really met, though I remember you were at my sorting. I'm Ginny Weasley.

[vividtonks.livejournal.com]

Tonks slips in quietly, not wanting to interrupt the fashion show in progress. She hoped this would be an opportunity to meet some more girls from the school - it was embarrassing how few of them she knew, especially considering how many were in her own house.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*sees Tonks come in and is delighted, as she might finally get to catch up with her a bit*

*signals to her from across the room*

Tonks, hullo! How've you been?

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

Susan arrives quietly not long after Tonks and sits down toward the back of the room. She scans the assembled women quickly and waves to her roommate.

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*noticing another young lady arrive, Ginny makes her way to the back of the room to introduce herself to her guest; on the way she sees the woman wave to Tonks, and gathers they must be friends; any friend of Tonks' has got to be a good person*

Hi, thank you for coming! I don't believe we've met before. I'm Ginny Weasley.

*holds out her hand to shake*

[ginevram.livejournal.com]

*loves kitties and animals of all sorts; bends down to pet this one, who seems a bit familiar*

Hullo, kitty. How'd you get in here, then? You'd best be careful or Madam Rosmerta will throw you out.

*slips the kitty a saucer of cream and a bite of tea sandwich*

J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Continues

[ewoodhouse.livejournal.com]

Emma walks to the head of the room, holding a paper in her hands. "Ladies, ladies. I thank you all for attending the first meeting of JAIL BAIT. It pains me to remind you that we did not just gather here to socialize. Please, if you may, allow me to articulate my purpose with a poem by Lady Mary Chudleigh entitled, 'To the Ladies'." Emma then reads from her paper in strong, clear voice.

"WIFE and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name :
For when that fatal knot is ty'd,
Which nothing, nothing can divide :
When she the word obey has said,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all that's kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride :
Fierce as an eastern prince he grows,
And all his innate rigour shows :
Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.
Like mutes, she signs alone must make,
And never any freedom take :
But still be govern'd by a nod,
And fear her husband as a God :
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what her haughty lord thinks fit,
Who with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh ! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatt'rers hate :
Value yourselves, and men despise :
You must be proud, if you'll be wise.

"I now ask for your responses regarding this poem." She waits, feeling at home at the center of attention. She had missed the time she ruled her social circle like a queen.

Re: J.A.I.L.B.A.I.T. Continues

[r-tam.livejournal.com]

River cracks up quietly: this is so much at odds with her relationship with Stephen that it's almost incomprehensible. "What if you find one who does what you want instead?" she suggests, half to herself. "Well, I mean mostly. And I try not to boss him any more than is good for him."