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    #1
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    Reuben had done his fair share of traveling, so the somewhat stereotypical illusions in most of the places around Europe and North America held little interest for him. He'd instead headed straight to the ballroom area in Siberia, but after one dance he'd decided to do a little more exploring before returning to the dance floor. It was still relatively early in the night, and the snowy dance floor was rather sparse. While he had spent most of his adult life outside of Britain, Ben had very little experience with any place in Asia, really, except one brief cursebreaking trip to India.

    Moving south from Russia, the first thing Ben came across was the Great Wall of China. Most of the terrain features around the globe were merely painted onto the floor, but this one had dimension--though he imagined the actual Great Wall of China was probably higher than three and a half feet, which was about the extent of this one. It was just tall enough that Ben could hop up onto it, which gave him a view of all Asia stretching out beyond him. Enjoying the view, Reuben settled onto the wall, his feet hanging down towards China. The ballroom dance music was barely audible behind him--he must have been just at the edge of some charm that kept the music contained in the designated area, he realized. He leaned forward and the tone changed into something vaguely metallic sounding. A large dragon puppet appeared, another of the illusions, and waded past him, its human legs taking steps in time to the music.

    Reuben laughed, leaning back--the dragon vanishing as he did so. Apparently he'd just left China. Well, then. He took a glance to his left and right and couldn't see anyone else atop the wall, so he decided to take a stroll. Being just on the border between two competing illusions was fascinating, and as Reuben walked along the edge of the Great Wall (teetering on one foot the entire time), he leaned to either his left or right, catching glimpses of the parades and fireworks in China or getting snowed on in Siberia.

    Of course, the Wall was just a charm and wasn't really meant to be walked on by a full grown man, holding his arms out straight on either side of him for balance, and it was only a matter of time before he began to waver. "Wo--ah," he said, managing to regain his balance at the last minute--but sticking his foot through one upturned stone and sending it scattering away from the wall. "Oh," he said, as he climbed down into a sitting position and shielded his eyes with one hand, peering out to see where the stone had gotten off to. "Sorry!" he called to the person by whom it had come to a stop, wondering if he ought to try and put it back. He'd sort of ruined part of the illusion, but... well, it wasn't like this was the real Great Wall of China.
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    #2
    Ginny wanted to see the world, it just infuriated her that, as a woman she would be required to live a much more limited life than her brother, or any man that she might call her husband. She wanted to visit every country on the globe and live with every culture, experience everything she could before she was too old to enjoy it. However, the stupendous age of Mister Dippet seemed to imply that she didn’t quiet need to worry about senility yet.

    She stood in China, imagining how different it must be to live there, how beautiful the colours were, and how fine the buildings. When a young man, who was clambering on the imitation of the great wall somehow managed to break the illusion. The wall seemed to crumble, the large block which formed the ramparts went tumbling down around her ears, and Ginny threw her arms up to protect her head and shoulders from the raining bricks, not that it would offer much protection from such large boulders. However, it was just an illusion, and instead of the solid thud of stones she felt the gentle patter of grains of sand that spilled over her head and face, and caught in the creases of her jade green dress.

    As her momentary panic abated Ginny started to laugh, not at the predicament but at the ridiculousness of the situation, and the abashed young man who was suddenly looking rather sheepish infront of the ruined wall. ’I do hope you are pleased with yourself’ Ginevra smiled, ’Now all China will succumb to the Mongol hordes.’ she indicated the wall, and mimicked the tone her Nanny had used when her brother had ruined something with childish games. ’Us poor damsels living in the great Chinese empire will surely perish!’ she added dramatically. Anyone that knew Ginny would fain call her a damsal. She was one of those annoyingly independent women that mothers warned first born sons about, her own mother was sure that it was only a matter of time before she began to wear trousers.
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    #3
    His eyes had widened slightly at the sight of firey red hair--but no, it wasn't Una. The girl standing in the shadow of the wall (or what was left of it) looked roughly around Una's height, but she was paler, and nicely dressed. Not that Una wasn't capable of dressing well, but it wasn't how he pictured her, after their time on her family's farm. This girl did look somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place her right away. Maybe it was just from gatherings like this, or maybe she was a friend of his sister's. She was about the right age, it seemed.

    In any case, she was witty, and Ben liked that. He tilted his head and smiled at her, legs dangling down from the wall. "Quite pleased!" he responded gaily. "I may not look it, my dear--I know my dashingly debonaire appearance can be quite deceiving--but I am, in fact, a mongol spy," he said, raising and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Tensing his arms, Ben launched himself off of the wall, landing on his feet a yard or so into China and making a dramatic movement with his arms. He was actually trying to keep his balance, but he kept his composure throughout the movement and hoped that it came across looking like a fantastic flourish.

    "I'm sorry to say you will almost certainly perish," he said, crossing to her with a playful smirk. "Unless you've something you can offer in exchange for your life, Miss Chinese damsel."
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    #4
    He maintained his attitude as he jumped off the wall, and into ‘China’. He was only a few inches taller than herself, but he had a warm teasing smile, and eyes that implied a puckish sense of humour. One that she was sure would be able to tolerate the cheeky sense of humour that she tended to have to keep very well hidden.

    Ginny’s lips quirked into a smile, pursing her lips, as she tried to suppress the smile, and maintain the look of mock outrage on her face, as she lazily fanned her face with the ebony wood and jade green fan that matched her dress. Her eyes flicked to the left, as though thinking very deeply, then suddenly snapped her fan shut and made an exasperated gesture with her arms and shoulders. ”Well Sir” her tone full of mock resignation, ”It appears you have given me no choice, we damsels of China are full bested by you Mongol spies.”. She gave a low curtsey, in acquiescence of his superiority, but continued to look up at him through her lashes as she did so.

    On straightening, she flicked her red hair over her shoulder, arranging it over one shoulder in a shower of red curls. ”So what would the Mongol hordes accept in tribute?” she raised her hands to indicate that other than her fan, and dance card, she wasn’t holding anything else.
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    #5
    Reuben was glad she was playing along; this was rather fun, compared to the conversations one normally had at balls. That being said, this was far from a typical ball, between the adventurous setting, the comprehensive decorations, and the more diverse guest list. It seemed destined to be a more interesting night than the ones he sometimes had at those dull events in the season. He grinned wolfishly at the redhead, but when she showed her hands his expression turned mock-sour, and he shook his head solemnly from side to side.

    "Tsk Tsk, Chinese maiden, what a poor showing," he chided playfully. "I can see that you were wholly unprepared for invasion tonight. I suppose I'll have to take your dance card," he said with what was meant to be a sigh of resignation. The dance floor, however, was on the other side of the Great Wall, and he hardly intended to make her leap over it in her dress, so they had a few moment's walk before them if they were going to go that route. There was music here in China, but if it was the sort you could dance to, Ben had no idea how. Besides, they'd make a spectacle of themselves, dancing all on their lonesome twenty feet south of the edge of the dance floor.

    Turning, Ben offered the girl his arm. With his other hand he made a vague gesture over to the west, where the wall eventually ended. "Shall we? Though I warn you, unless you're an excellent dancer it's a very poor tribute. If we pass by any wandering waiters, I'll expect tributes of liquor and food, too," he teased.
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    #6
    Ginevra’s lips pinched as she struggled not to laugh as he solemnly declared that a dance was the forfeit for the Mongol invasion, and she was not at all put out by the request. She was however, rather pleased that he choose to walk them to the main dance floor. Ginny was often accused of caring too little for the good opinion of others, mostly by her mother, and while she enjoyed Quidditch she had little desire to be a complete social pariah. This evening, however, she was feeling particularly daring, an argument with her brother before she had left for the party, had left her feeling rather defiant.

    She realised she didn’t know this young mans name but then there was something rather exciting in that – it was a little improper, they should have at least been introduced, but then at events such as these the exacting requirements of propriety could be assumed to be a little lack – after all there were a myriad of attendees that it would generally be considered improper for her to consort with – and yet her mother had actively encouraged her attendance. As had, apparently, every mother in the country. He jested at the extent of his required tributes, and Ginny feigned being overwrought.

    As they neared the dance floor, situation across the magically created European continant she added ’What other roll is a woman to play sir other than to provide sustenance.’ she jested with an obvious and joking eye roll, but still, as a waiter passed with a tray of sweet champagne, half strawberries floating in the glasses, she procured two and offered one to the gentleman. ’As to my dancing – well I do generally find it improves after a glass of champagne’ she raised the glass, offering her to clink against his own companionably. ’To the conquering of China?’ she smiled her toast, before taking a drink of the ice cold liquid.
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    #7
    Ben was, as far as rich, pureblooded gentlemen went, incredibly progressive. This was a consequence, mostly, of his having done a great deal of traveling with essentially no supervision, in which he had talked to, listened to, and stolen ideas from a large variety of people that most rich, pureblooded English gentleman were never so fortunate as to meet. He was in favor of women's suffrage, he had discovered, and a good deal of other things regarding the rights of the so-called fairer sex, and if he had supposed that the redhead he was walking with had been at all serious in any of her claims, he would have been rather put-out. Since she obviously found such notions as ridiculous as he did, however, he was able to smile along with her little commentary.

    "To the conquering of China!" Reuben agreed with a wide grin, taking a sip of the champagne. The strawberry seemed to greatly improve its flavor, or perhaps this was better champagne that he typically came across. That seemed altogether possible; the host seemed to have spared no expense tonight, despite the rather mixed group invited. Ben liked the party on both accounts; he greatly enjoyed expensive things, and he greatly enjoyed people who had no expensive things.

    "Am I to assume," he said after the toast, "That you are typically not an excellent dancer? Mostly when people claim that drinking improves their dancing it tends to have something to do with confidence," he said with a shrug, "But I certainly haven't found you lacking in that respect."
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