You're a hot mess and I'm falling for you

[Esme Pelletier]

Esme noticed the stares from the extremely good looking older year. She had already taken a sip from her cup of punch and was about to refill it when she noticed that the night's excursions would not be interrupted by her younger sister. Esme looked over her shoulder at Lenore and her ogling date, immediately taking note of Lenore leaving him, presumably for the rest of the night. She couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that she was going to be stealing her sister's date for the rest of the night, but at the same time, Lenore was the one who, presumably, left her date. Lenore, technically, was the one at fault for giving her date the option to run free. Esme had baited the catch, and now was reeling in the rewards.

And now he was coming towards her, most probably with the intention of eventually hooking up with her. Esme had hoped that he wasn't the clingy type that assumed that they were in a relationship after hooking up. However, the older year that was now next to her filling a cup of punch was someone that Esme wouldn't mind hooking up with again, assuming that they would do so later. Esme wanted to hook up, and Esme usually got what she wanted. She looked over her shoulder ever so slightly, noticing his not-so-secretive glances towards her. Esme was flattered by his wandering eyes, especially since she hadn't put in as much effort as she normally did to look stunning.

"Don't tell me you're here all by yourself," he began casually, grinning. "I would find that very hard to believe."

Esme turned to face the boy, with a small smile growing on her face, teasingly. She might have come to the ball by herself, but she certainly didn't have any intentions of leaving by herself. Plus, Esme never reduced herself to being tied down to a single person by actually having a date to the ball. Although she had been asked multiple times by boys that thought she would actually accept their proposals, she politely declined, giving the excuse that she was committed to herself. Esme knew this was the type of answer that others loved to hate, but she had heard it once and thought it was a genius idea. After a while, people stopped making advances on her, though sometimes, if the boy was handsome, Esme would make advances of her own.

"I'm not alone anymore. There's this cute boy I wouldn't mind getting to know a little... better." Esme's smile turned mischievous as she looked him in the eyes. Her tongue ran over her lips ever so lightly, moistening them so she could feel a little more lively. Her not knowing his name would need to change as soon as possible. She was being quite forward with her motives, and if he had half a brain (and he must have had half a brain to have even come over to talk to her) he would be forward as well. Perhaps if she introduced herself, she would open the gateway to an introduction? "My name is Esme Pelletier." She ran her finger around the edge of the glass containing the punch and could only wonder what this older year's name was.

[Jacob Brant]

"I'm not alone anymore. There's this cute boy I wouldn't mind getting to know a little... better."

Now Jacob definitely liked where this was going. A mischievous smirk spread across his face as he looked the girl up and down. She was something else indeed. Not only was she so hot it was almost painful, she wanted it just as much as he did. A challenge was fun, but there was something sexy about a girl being as into it right off the bat as he was. He subconsciously flexed his biceps as he felt her eyeing him. It occured to him that they were very alike. He was well aware of the double standard in terms of promiscuous behaviour that existed at every school, Hogwarts being no exception. If a girl acted the way Jacob did, she would be no doubt labelled with a less-than-flattering nickname. Jacob didn't agree at all with this. If a girl had the skills to step up and play the way he did, he could respect that. He did wonder, however, how this girl had managed to avoid a reputation. Or perhaps she did have one, and he just hadn't heard about it. Either way, Jacob was ready to play if she was.

"I'm think that cute boy wouldn't mind that in the least," he told her in his most enchanting voice. "In fact, I know it."

"My name is Esme Pelletier."

As soon as the name had left her teasing lips, Jacob's heart dropped. A Pelletier? That had to be against some sort of code of friendship. This was Nora's sister he was ogling. She had most definitely noticed his interest in her. And no doubt Esme herself had noticed the fact that he'd entered the Ball with Nora. This was a weird family dynamic. He wasn't sure what to think about it. He wondered if Nora would be upset if he left with her sister. Well, of course she would. That was certain. He was also sure that she would forgive him. They had a connection, and even when Nora tried to resist him, she couldn't. Even so, it was slightly wrong. Bad. Forbidden. And with those two words, Jacob had managed to make the situation even more appealing, despite trying to convince himself otherwise. He sighed a little, giving in to his hormonal urges.

"Jacob," he replied, rubbing the back of his head with his palm. "Jacob Brant."

[Lenore Pelletier]

"That would be awesome, since your brother and Akiva have decided that treacle tarts are more fun than I am." He tried making the mood lighter, and he could tell that Lenore was making a concentrated effort to have fun. "Hey, you can be yourself around me, you know that?"

Lenore couldn't imagine herself being normal around Adam. She always had her guard up, regardless of whom she was around. Of course, she was a little more giggly than she liked to be around Jacob, but that was a different story. They were friends in a different way than Adam and Lenore were friends. Adam and Lenore were friends by association, whatever that meant. The only reason Lenore even talked to Adam was because he was Aro's friend, and she sometimes needed a person to talk to so she wouldn't look like a loner. She was only with him now because she didn't want to look like she wasn't having a good time without Jacob. She wanted him to be a little jealous, though that probably wasn't going to happen since he was blissfully with some skank that would only captivate his attention for a few hours.

Lenore was purposefully keeping her eyes averted from where Jacob was. He was around the drinks area, but Lenore did not, under any circumstances, want to see the girl he was with. It would kill her to see this girl in the hallways all the time, seeing the scum that Jacob was with instead of her, Lenore. She put on a fake look of happiness on her face and turned to Adam, the "friend" she would be hanging out with. He wasn't that bad, because he was kind of funny. But the fact that she was with him only to spite Jacob made the night a whole lot worse.

"I know I can be myself... but then who said I wasn't already being myself?" Lenore gave a smirk and let him take her to the dance floor. "You know this music sucks and you know I could care less about dancing... but what the hell, let's just do it." She allowed herself to put Jacob in the back of her mind, only to come out again the next day when she would have to see him. But that was tomorrow. Tonight was going to be a good night.

(OOC: No more posting from Adam or Lenore for the rest of this thread because I don't see their usefulness anymore )

[Esme Pelletier]

"I'm think that cute boy wouldn't mind that in the least," he told her in his most enchanting voice. "In fact, I know it."

Oh, this boy was cute. Esme almost felt guilty for the actions that were going to happen after this little rendezvous they were having at the drinks table. My, this boy was skilled in the art of seduction. Esme knew that they were both, easily, the most attractive people in this ballroom, though Lenore had seriously matured with the dress she had put her in. If only she knew his name, it would be a pity if she called him something else during... well the details didn't have to be mentioned. The only reason Esme hadn't been labeled as a skank was because she was so classy with the whole affair. She made it think as if it was the other person's idea to go as far as they did - they were, after all, the ones that took her out. And she didn't always give in to each boy - she had her dignity to uphold! She was beautiful and a pureblood. Those two things alone were enough to make her reputation pure, no pun intended.

"Jacob," he replied, rubbing the back of his head with his palm. "Jacob Brant."

Jacob was a strong name, especially for someone who looked so strong and muscular. Esme's head was full of good raunchy thoughts that would not be appropriate for a first, or even second year's head. She saw the unwavering expression Jacob's face and seemed slightly surprised that he wasn't going to comment on her being Lenore's sister. Esme knew that she wasn't going to be on the receiving end of Lenore's explosion when she (Lenore) found out about the events of the night. After all, Esme had no idea that Jacob was Lenore's date to the ball. She merely decided to flirt with him after Lenore had decided to ditch her lovely, handsome, good-looking date for a scrawny gawky second year that hung out with her little brother, Aro. The evils of Esme's mind were working, and this was the real reason she was in Slytherin. Sure, her family lineage made sure that she would be in the only house that mattered, but her cunning and sly reasoning sealed the deal.

"So Jacob, I'm beginning to think this atmosphere is a little... crowded. Maybe we could talk in a more private area?" Esme smirked at the end of her "question", knowing full well he would agree to such demands.

[Jacob Brant]

"So Jacob, I'm beginning to think this atmosphere is a little... crowded. Maybe we could talk in a more private area?" Esme smirked at the end of her "question", knowing full well he would agree to such demands.

Jacob knew perfectly well that Esme had no intention of continuing their conversation once they found a more private area, and that was alright with him. He didn't want to appear too eager, so he chose to act as if he was considering it for a moment. As he did so, he contemplated the ramifications of hooking up with Nora's sister. He was sure that Nora wouldn't be mad at him forever. She couldn't be. They were too close. Maybe Nora would understand. She knew what she was getting into when she became friends with him. Jacob was a notorious womanizer, and he made no secret of it. Certainly Nora should have expected this, knowing how attractive her sister was to all the boys at school. Or maybe he was just kidding himself and she would be furious. That was much more likely.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Jacob finally replied, giving in to his libido, which was screaming at him to get with Esme as soon as possible. "After you."

As he turned to leave with Esme, he looked back over his shoulder at Nora, who had her back to him. He sighed, shaking his head and turning away. Whatever way Nora chose to punish him, it would probably be worth it. All he had to do was look at Esme's smoking hot figure and he automatically felt better about his decision. No matter what happened after, the night would be spectacular. He was only human. He would have to have the self-control of a saint to resist Esme. And Jacob Brant was certainly no saint.