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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 4:49:14 GMT
I heard a voice in the midest of the four beasts, I looked and behold a pale horse and his name that sat on him was Bellerose, and hell with him TAG: @raina , @alvar . WORDS: 798. NOTES: SEXY NICK!
He was used to attending different parties during his time in France it was something his family did, they also hosted several of their own when they were courting favor with someone and wanted to impress. This was very much different indeed, not to mention the fact that he was in England serving as the French Ambassador to the British Ministry. His appointment was new and a surprise to some but not others considering he had been his predecessor’s chief of staff for a few years. Serving as an Ambassador tasked with strengthen the ties between Britain and France, he was required to attend the Spring Gala that Minister Galanis was hosting. He looked in the mirror in the older Victorian setting, study, of the estate that his Uncle Ignace had owned. He had purchased the estate shortly after killing his Uncle and was during renovations since he just moved in last year. He admired himself as he made sure his hair was in perfect place and his suit free of an imperfections as he called out down into the hallway ”For heaven’s sake woman! We were suppose to have left almost an hour ago” as he strolled out into the hallway to a beautiful older woman, Raina Beaumont. She was dressed in the hottest deep red dress that split showing off her amazing legs and of course his favorite touch, those roses on side of her dress. ”Well we can always be a little late” he replied with a seductive grin and lick of his lips.
Giving her a deep kiss, they parted out of the house and turned together apperating to the front gates of Galanis Estate. It was a nice sized estate, not as big as the Bellerose Estate in France which was rather big. Walking with Raina on his arm he knew they would attract attention with how good he looked and of course the amazing sex goddess on his arm. Raina was a past fling and sort of current hook up, along with a brief six-month tumultuous relationship that was both based on sex and good French vodka. He didn’t care for the decorations but that was just how he was, but he did find the gardens appreciative despite his dislike for plants and flowers. The crowd of mix blood was horrible, but he knew better to spout his mouth off on where his political views stood, he was a diplomat now one to seek peace not war. At least for tonight. Eyeing the crowd, he spotted a few familiar faces from his time at Hogwarts mainly Rodolphus Lestrange a friend of his, and his younger brother Rabastan. Over to the right he spotted the Minister Sybil Galanis speaking to none other than his traitorous brother Alvar Bellerose. He watched as Alvar was shaking hands with Sybil and scoffed at it, his younger brother trying to butter up the Minister. Watching the Minister, he saw her go over to greet Rodolphus and whoever the woman was talking with him, deciding it was best to wait and not interrupt the Minister to greet her his eyes went back to Alvar.
”I think it’s time I see my little brother, it’s neutral ground here tonight and he is dying to see me I just know it” he smirked with a chuckle as he looked over to Raina who bore a wicked grin. His hands gripped her lower back, while she was less subtle and grabbed his ass and squeezed with a little laugh. He just eyed her wanting to take her home at once and say screw the party, but he couldn’t. Walking over towards his brother with Raina with him he gave a smile to the younger Bellerose who returned it with a shocked look and one of restrained anger. What a good boy thought Nicolas with a little smirk as he came up and gave his brother a hug that was not returned or at least was returned in the most sluggish way. ”My brother…Alvar it’s so good to see you. Now, let’s just remember we are here in the name of peace and welcoming spring and the bunnies from FuFuu fairytale la-la land” he said with a laugh and a dramatic wave of his hands in the air as Raina just left out a giggle.
”I know what is the big bad brother doing here from Paree…well I am the new Ambassador to your Ministry mate” he said with a clap on his brother’s shoulder and a smile as he looked at him and to Raina who just was hanging on him and back to Alvar who just seemed like his brother had told him he was screwing his wife and she was pregnant with his child or something ludicrous like that.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 6:55:24 GMT
”I would bring Godric Gryffindor to his knees Make him bow,make his kneecaps to crack,and freeze on the stones,I want his neck to break from bending TAG: @alvar , @nick . WORDS: 816. NOTES: OUTFIT
Attending parties was a highlight of Raina’s nightlife and this one was not one to miss. A gala being held by the Minister for Magic? Of course, she would attend, and she would wear the most seductive but still somewhat elegant dress even if it didn’t vibe as much with the spring fling. The dress had roses on the side where her exposed thigh was, that was good enough for her. She just was going because it was a party hosted by the Minister and she had been asked to be date to a most attractive man. Nicolas Bellerose was a man she had bedded many times ever since they met a few years back. He was never one not to satisfy and she felt she satisfied him more than enough, but not enough to secure a ring on it. They dated for six months that she remembered as filled with fighting, sex, liquor, sex, more liquor, and well of course more sex and fighting! She fixed her hair that was much shorter than normal for tonight’s occasion as she looked in the mirror in the gigantic bathroom that was in Nicolas’s room. She looked stunning, a Goddess of beauty and sex just like she always was. Tonight, she would be the lady on the newly named Ambassador to the Ministry from France, and she hoped to show him how she could be more than just Raina Beaumont but be Raina Bellerose.
Venturing across the room looking for a handbag out of the dozen she brought with her she could hear him shout from the other room for her to hurry the hell up basically. She gave a slight scoff and big fake laugh like he was a comedian as she grabbed a black small handbag, with a decorative rose on it. Walking out of the room she stood in the hallway waiting for him as he blabbed on about how they were supposed to leave so much time ago until he stopped with his jaw dropped open from how good she looked. A smile grew on her face as she felt little butterfly’s growing in her stomach. He broke up with her, something she always hated and hoped he would regret and finally just accept that she was perfect for him. ”To be clear were late because you couldn’t keep your hands off me when we were supposed to be cooking, eating, and taking a shower…and if you don’t stop will be more than a little later and you know it” she replied with a raised eyebrow to him and a little tease as she traced the outline of his abs through his suit.
Following him out his estate she looked out around at the old out of date Victorian estate, it was not nice at all but had much potential and with the money, Nicolas had he could get a lot done to the house. Instead, now she was looking at a much newer more freshly renovated house and grounds filled with magnificent gardens. Accompanying her God of War, Chaos, and Sexiness she made her way into the backyard of the house, a different way of entering but it was rather decorated nicely for what the Minister had done. She had embraced the spring theme more so than she assumed with the flowers, fountain, and colored floating lanterns. Looking around she noticed a few people she knew of or knew from the Lestranges to a Nott, and even a Burke it seemed. She had not even noticed the Minister until she watched her go over to Rodolphus Lestrange and strike up a conversation it seemed, with him and the Nott girl Roddy was with. Raina viewed the lady as calculative from what she had heard during Sybil’s tenure as a diplomat long time ago. She knew that should be interacting with her tonight as Nicolas made clear to her that Sybil was a political ally he needed desperately.
Hearing her handsome date interrupt her she looked over and saw Alvar Bellerose the traitor to her date, his younger brother and a despicable man. He had everything and threw it away for a mud-blood, he was weak, unlike Nicolas who was strong. It would just be easier to kill him she knew that’s what Nicolas wanted but they couldn’t do something here, the protection of the Minister’s Auror not to mention whatever protection the lady had hidden in or around her house. Walking with him she smiled at Alvar a wicked smile as she watched him be stunned as his older brother and the killer of his family stand before him. It was a half-blood get over it thought Raina with a little eye roll. ”It’s a pleasure to see you Alvar…I was so sorry to hear about your wife and son….terrible” she said with an over the top sympathetic tone as she was faking it.
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I bet you feel like a real big fish, swimming around in your puddle of piss Seams like you got a death wish, if you’re coming at the King you better not miss TAG: @nick , @raina , @all WORDS: 826. NOTES: Alvar should have brought a date -.-
He shook the Minister’s hand and smiled at her greeting and nodded with her about her Uncle. This was true his Uncle Ignace Bellerose was a political ally of Sybil’s when he first came to England and had been one up to his death. How his Uncle was struck down in cold blood under a medieval tradition also weighed on him when the lady brought up his Uncle. He quickly worked in the small talk conversation a question about her promise on Auror pay raises which she answered pleasantly that she was pushing for such an increase and that one would happen soon hopefully in her next budget due out in summer time. ”Thank you very much Minister” said Alvar as she ended the conversation sooner than he expected and watched her walk away. The person she walked over to was none other than Rodolphus Lestrange, he knew of Rodolphus they were friends back in Hogwarts not close due to the age gap but, he was good friends with his younger brother Rabastan who he also saw was in attendance. He just gave a little sigh as he realized two people who he used to be on good terms with in Hogwarts, one a good friend, now both hated him and would surely see him as a traitor just like his family did.
Not to mention the hit Witch Evangeline Nott who was also here and probably hated him as well he had not escaped the looks her and Rodolphus had shot in his direction which he returned with a mere smirk as if “what you going to do”. Alvar was not one to scare easily and while he was uncomfortable in such a position with people around him that he hated he was not going to cower in fear. However; the voice of a man that he recognized made him turn around. His mouth dropped open as he had seen the Grim Reaper walk up to him and tell him his time was over, and that the graveyard was awaiting. How could this be? Sybil was the Minister for the UK, not France, what in the hell was Nicolas Bellerose doing in front of Alvar? Alvar stood their dumbfounded as he just looked at his older brother who talked to him like he had done nothing to him ever before. That he hadn’t killed their Uncle to take the power of the family, that he hadn’t rescinded Alvar’s banishment to replace it with a death sentence, or how he had not killed Alvar’s wife and son.
His hand went into his pocket and started to pull his wand out he was ready for a fight as his blood boiled. He didn’t care about the environment with a bunch of people watching, or that his brother was such an accomplished Duelist with a reputation of using some of the nastiest curses. His brother had recognized the movement for when reminded him of why they were here even if he did it in his own sarcastic sense of humor way. Unfourantely his brother was right attacking him here at the Minister’s gala at her own house, would surely be the end of his career as an Auror and with the Ministry. As he regained his composure it dropped once more as his brother dropped a bombshell he had not heard about, that his brother a mass murder and leader of a crime family basically was now the French Ambassador to the Ministry, Alvar worked for! ”They picked a Bellerose to be an Ambassador...France trying to start a war?” quipped Alvar quickly as it was the first thing he thought of.
His older brother as a diplomat to promote peace was funny to him and surprising, due to the fact that Nicolas had a nasty temper and was prone to start fights with people for little or no reason. Trying to keep his cool he just looked over at Raina and barely could even give a smile at the hot but horrible woman. He knew how crazy and vile the woman was and how she was like a little dog always yipping at her brother’s ankles and warming his lap for him. ”Well I guess they just wanted us to have some family reunion time, will have to make sure we have a family dinner since you’ll be back in town now” said Alvar with a slight fake smile to his brother before turning over to Raina. ”I mean Belleroses only…no Beaumont allowed” said Alvar with spite in his voice before turning back to his older brother and looked over at his former friends from Hogwarts.
”I should get going inside, don’t forget to say hi to the Strange Brothers for me” snarked Alvar, referring to the Lestranges before turning away and walking away from his brother something he knew would make him angry. Bellerose Family Rule No.11 Never turn your back on the Patriarch when they are speaking, unless dismissed
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Post by Evangeline Lucille Nott on Apr 4, 2018 13:36:52 GMT
 Spring Gala Who in Merlin's name knew what the target audience for this thing was? It appeared that the Minister just wanted to invite any riff-raff in from the streets and give them a slap up meal and a load of alcohol so that they could drunkenly accost her and give her Auror henchmen one hell of a night's work. It was a stupid idea by a seemingly stupid woman, but Evie didn't know what Galanis had planned for her stint as Minister, and it didn't really matter as long as she never suspected the Nott sisters of anything untoward. She could run the country however she liked, and put as many targets on her own back as she fancied, it made no difference to Evie. "Well, it doesn't harm to be seen as being supportive, does it," she allowed quietly, dipping her head and fluffing the front of her dress out as she spoke, used to using hushed tones and physical distractions to keep prying ears from overhearing her when she needed it. Her head rose and dark eyes rested on Galanis as she crossed the gardens straight for them. "She's the Minister of something, alright," Evie muttered behind her champagne flute, fixing a warm smile on her pretty face as the older woman approached and offered a hand to shake as she greeted them. "Minister," Evie smiled, giving a firm yet ladylike shake of the woman's hand and wondering how much of a squeeze it would take to break a few bones. "It's so kind of you to invite us into your beautiful home," she gushed, tucking herself back out of the way a little so that Rodolphus could take centre stage. Evie adored a good spotlight on her, but to deny Rodolphus Lestrange his moment was a rookie mistake that she would never make. Besides, it gave her a second or two to inspect Galanis' outfit, which was certainly lacking all over, and didn't at all reflect the money she had just found herself rolling in. She didn't even have the excuse of being older and out of touch with how to appropriately spend your millions, Evie's mother was a similar age and always looked incredible just walking around the gardens of her home. There really was no excuse. If she'd have been dealing with someone who wasn't her boss, she'd have introduced the woman to Dora Parkinson and suggested she hire the girl as a personal stylist, but alas, she had to be polite and judge in silence. _______________________ tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange , @sybil and Everyone! notes: <3 outfit: Spring rose![googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield"] |
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Post by Rabastan Aramis Lestrange on Apr 4, 2018 14:10:06 GMT
 Spring Gala Even on his days off, Rabastan still couldn't get away from the Minister. It seemed that if he wasn't trailing her around like a lapdog, playing bodyguard with the handful of other men and women who were appointed to protect her, he was trailing around her back garden with his soon to be wife, pretending to be having a good time. He was sick of the sight of her face, and the sound of her voice, and though he didn't regret the change of occupation he had chosen back in November, he really just needed a break from that woman and pretending to like her. His position as one of her guard was simply to please the Dark Lord. To be glued to the side of the most influential woman in the United Kingdom put Rabastan in a very powerful position, and he needed to hold on to it as long as he possibly could. It was an easy task, really, and he had no worries at all that he would be forced out of the role, but by Merlin, it was dull. The amount of speeches he had listened to her give already, the amount of times he'd had to pretend not to be listening in at meetings with other powerful people, the amount of times he'd sat beside her in a private car like a bloody babysitter was incredible, and she wasn't even that interesting, nor could he crack jokes with her like he used to do with his colleagues in the Auror office. Alas, he was stuck in her poxy house for the evening, and the only thing that could keep the night looking up was the stunning woman hanging from his arm. Lilith was like a goddess in gold, and every man in the place certainly wanted her to be his. Rabastan didn't at all mind the choice his parents had made for him in choosing to arrange a marriage between himself and Lilith, he considered himself to have struck lucky, considering the other pureblood women he could have been stuck with. She was a vision, an absolute beauty, and she was his. Not officially until the winter, and certainly not in any physical way, to his great frustration, but she was here with him, and everybody knew it. Those that used to think of him as Rabastan Lestrange, filthy rich, respectable pureblood from one of the most powerful families around, now thought of him as that and an insanely lucky bastard who would soon create some beautiful heirs with the ethereal Lilith Burke. Life could not get any better right now. Well, he could get laid, but that wasn't up for discussion. He turned to Lilith as she spoke, her words sounding kind though he had spent enough time in her company to know otherwise. "Hmmm," he nodded, one brow quirking as he glanced around the gardens, not at all impressed by the efforts made or the location. "Why don't we head inside and see how lovely the ballroom isn't," he suggested, not giving her the option of refusing as he was already leading her through the gardens and the questionable guests and up the stairs that would take them inside. His arm was strong beneath hers as he supported her up the steps, and he lowered it smoothly until her hand was in his as they entered the ballroom, and he spun her around before pulling her into hold. "What do you think, should we ask if we can hire this place for our wedding?" he teased with a lopsided smile as they swayed their way into the crowd of other dancers taking up the large and unimpressive room. He didn't want to trigger Lilith's temper at all, nor make her pout for the evening, but he couldn't help but joke with her. She was to be his wife, if he couldn't be himself and laugh with her, then their marriage would surely be doomed on any personal level. His brown eyes met her beautiful blue-green ones as he dipped his head to get a better look at her expression. _______________________ tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange and everyone! notes: <3 outfit: Pureblood Prince.[googlefont="Nothing You Could Do"] |
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Post by Julian Astraeus Blackthorne on Apr 4, 2018 14:28:57 GMT
 Spring Gala She looked lovely in a little dusky pink number, her hair up revealing her neck which was just screaming to be kissed - or bitten, but he wasn't certain if she was into that kind of thing or not and would have to tread carefully so as not to scare her off - and it took everything he had in him to not kiss her as she tilted her face up to his, admitting that she couldn't remember much of the speech at all. They were trapped there, or at least he was, in that moment, faces only inches apart, that smile of hers making him feel funny and happy. Jules leaned in a little closer, stopping just before their lips might touch. Allowing himself to enjoy the moment of teasing her, he took in her scent, flowery, a hint of rosemary, sweet to match her personality. His lips parted, eyes on her smile. "Let's go and have a look around a posh house," he said, lips breaking into a teasing smirk as he pulled away from her with no kiss and took her hand. He led her around the gardens, scooping up two glasses of champagne from a server as they passed, and waved his glass towards the house. "What'll it be? Search for secret doors in the gardens? See if there's a fancy indoor pool?" So he was a red blooded male and would not pass up the chance of seeing her in much less clothing than she currently had on. Much less. "See what's beyond the first floor of the house?" His expression was definitely naughty at that suggestion, though he didn't think she'd go for that kind of rule breaking, and he wouldn't want to get her in trouble at work by encouraging her to piss her boss off. When were they going to get the chance to go exploring around the home of the actual Minister of Magic, though? Likely never. Jules would never have the money for a home of this size. Had he never been bitten, he might have stood a chance at a great job and something a bit better than the nice home his parents had, but as it was, he'd never do much better than said parents house. He knew nothing of Lunete's wealth, but she was young, she certainly wasn't in a position to be looking at mansions for sale. Why not seize the moment and see how the rich and powerful lived? _______________________ tag: Lunete Penelope Dearborn notes: <3 outfit: Sexy springy hottie![googlefont="Dancing Script"] |
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Post by Tersha Alara Knight on Apr 4, 2018 19:25:14 GMT
 Spring Gala Tersha stood near the steps of the mansion Sybil Galanis now called home. It was nice, flashy enough, but not threatening, suitable for a Minister, but modest enough to not be trying to compete with the naturally blessed and rich families in attendance tonight. Her hand skimmed over her thigh as she looked at herself in the reflection of one of the windows on the back of the house. It was the only reason she was standing in that particular spot, because she could see her entire outfit head to toe, and she did look delicious, if she did say so herself. Her dress was like the palest blue petals tumbling from her torso all the way to the floor, the delicate material kissing every curve of her tanned body. She had just been on holiday to Hawaii for two weeks, and so her skin was glowing, and her hair was quite a bit lighter than it had been two weeks ago thanks to being bleached to death by the sun every day while she hugged the beach like a starfish. She thought it suited her, though. What colour wouldn't suit her, she was gorgeous! The Minister was talking, making her opening speech, but Tersha didn't need to pay attention right now. A quill and parchment were enchanted inside her small purse to jot down every single thing they heard tonight, and so she would be spending tomorrow poring over things that were mentioned in speeches or hushed private conversations in case any of it might come in handy for an article or two. Tonight was about being beautiful, admiring herself, and allowing other people to admire her. Large eyes scanned the crowds regularly - when she could tear them from her fine reflection - and when she finally laid eyes on the person she had hoped to see tonight, she resigned herself to moving from her hot spot. Her heels carried her with the grace of many years of practice down the steps into the gardens, and she sashayed her way through throngs of fancy men and women until she reached her target. "Agent Humbert." Could she have sounded more like a predator if she tried? No. Definitely not. Did she care? Not one iota. "You look ravishing tonight," she told him, running a hand down the arm of his suit as she admired the stunning man as though she were ready to eat him alive. Whichever one of them did the eating, she certainly wouldn't say no to getting up close and personal with Dorian Humbert. Her gaze ticked to Dorcas standing beside him, offering her best friend no more than a half second glance, despite her being the one Tersha had been hoping to see. "Nice effort, chica," she winked, proud to see Dorcas dressed like an actual girl for the evening, though she had pestered Tersha for details of a stylist or someone, Tersha couldn't remember, but she'd given Dorcas at least five different numbers. Whoever she had called, it had worked, the girl looked drop dead gorgeous. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Dorian Michael Humbert and everyone! notes: <3 outfit: Hot little flower.[googlefont="Homemade Apple"] |
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Apr 5, 2018 4:49:41 GMT
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Younger and better looking. “Are you talking about yourself, FinFin? Because I’ve already told you, you’re not my type,” Dora teased him. Dora’s ‘type’ was a wide spectrum; on one end there was ‘he’ll pay attention to me’ and on the other were ‘wealthy and attractive’. Depending on how things were going for her, the pendulum could swing from one end to the other. On a regular day her standards were somewhere in the middle; kind enough, good looking, more money than what was in her own Gringotts vault. Today, however, in her gorgeous ballgown and having Fin on her arm, she was feeling utterly fantastic and so her standards for the night were impeccably high. It would be hard to top a Lestrange, but she was sure she could find someone to sneak off with for a bit if Fin ditched her for another bird – though if he did do such a thing he would get an earful in the middle of the night when Dora barged into his home and climbed into his bed pouting and needing to have her ego stroked and her mind soothed. Fin knew well enough by now how easily Dora’s moods could turn, particularly when she thought she was being abandoned or forgotten.
Dora allowed her friend to turn her slowly around on the spot, taking in the vast number of attendees. It was a motley crew, to be sure, and it was evident which party-goers were of the upper class and which were more of Dora’s current level. She didn’t intend to stay below with the unwashed masses for long. She had enough connections in proper society that once she got herself in the proper place, climbing the social ladder would be easy enough. At least that was what she told herself. Still, Dora would stop at nothing to get to the station Fin currently held, and that of her friends Evie and Livia, too. Searching for a future sugar daddy in this crowd would be tricky though, with all the commoners and halfbloods mixed in. She would do best to just stick with Fin for the evening, and as she finished her slow spin she grinned up at her friend as he pulled her in for a dance. “Maybe you are my type,” she cooed. Dora leaned in and planted a small kiss on Fin’s cheek. Her lipstick was enchanted to stay put all night long, despite what she drank or who she smooched on, so there was no worry for Fin to need to wipe away her kiss.
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Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Apr 5, 2018 5:47:16 GMT
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“You’re far too chipper.” That was possibly the best non-sexual compliment Dorcas had ever given him and he was quite certain it was not meant to be taken as a compliment. He did not see the point in getting gussied up and attending such a big and, arguably, an important event just to pick it apart and have a poor time. They were here, her plan – whatever the purpose behind it – had worked and he had accompanied her as she ‘requested’, so they should at least attempt to have an enjoyable evening. “Thank you,” Dorian said politely to a waiter who had come around with trays full of champagne flutes. Dorian took one and gave a polite expression before the waiter moved on.
The mention of his brother caused Dorian pause. Tracking Dorcas’ gaze, he easily found his half-brother dressed to the nines. On his arm was young Lunete Dearborn, one of his trainees and an aspiring Auror. While he cared in a professional capacity for Miss Dearborn, she was not someone Dorian took an interest in in any personal capacity. Whomever she desired to date was her business, but even still Dorian could not help but wonder what Julian’s end game was here. Did he know Lunete was one of his trainees at the academy? Was he aware that Dorian would be at this function tonight? Perhaps this was all a strange coincidence. Still, it was rather odd that of all the women his half-brother could have chosen to date, he happened upon one with a connection to Dorian’s professional life. Evaluating the couple over the rim of his glass, Dorian studied his brother. “He is a bit old for her,” Dorian remarked – his attempt at being catty without divulging more than Dorcas or anyone else needed to know about his suspicions of his little brother.
More could not be said on the subject of Julian and Miss Dearborn, as one of Dorcas’ friends was making a beeline for pair of Aurors. Tersha was nice enough but like her friend Dorcas, her personality was bigger than her entire body and she did not seem too concerned with keeping her thoughts to herself. The Sunday lunches that involved both Tersha and Dorcas were some of the longest meals Dorian had ever sat through, despite their duration being roughly the same as every other Sunday lunch. His name on Tersha’s lips was like a hungry lioness looking over a gazelle. “Mrs Knight,” he said in greeting, trying not to be obvious as he sidestepped from her touch which was something much more than just a mere compliment. “Thank you. You also look quite lovely this evening.” And she did, though she probably was well aware of it. She was rather egotistical for someone so carefree. Seeing her with Dorcas was often enjoyable until they turned their attention on him, joining forces to make him as uncomfortable as possible. He knew Dorcas did so on purpose and could control it because it happened less often around the office. Tersha, on the other hand, he was not sure whether this was just her style or if she meant to make him uneasy. She was too direct for his tastes, and even after having dated someone like Paris who was rather bold and did not often hold back her thoughts, Dorian was not accustomed to socializing with someone who was so outrageously forthright as Tersha Knight.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Apr 5, 2018 6:56:34 GMT
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Caramel eyes tracked Evangeline’s gaze to see the Minister fast approaching. Rodolphus schooled his expression into one of pleasant surprise. “Minister Galanis, you are never an interruption.” Rodolphus took the Minister’s hand and brought it to his lips, keeping eye contact with the older woman. He allowed a moment for Evie to compliment the woman’s home – well aware that she too would have similar thoughts on Sybil’s estate; it reeked of new money. “You look gorgeous this evening. My father will be jealous he missed seeing you tonight.” Roddy gave her a mildly flirtatious smirk, nothing too straight on. He was schmoozing the woman, not coming on to her. She was closer to his mum’s age than his own, not to mention the Minister was rather homely. Had the woman even been available, Rodolphus wouldn’t stoop so low as to flirt with someone nearly double his age. Half his age, perhaps, but certainly not double. “I’ll be sure to let my parents know that you send your regards.”
Secretly Rodolphus wanted to take this opportunity among the riff-raff to dispose of the lesser beings. Galanis had done a nice job of rounding them up by offering up a chance to sneak a peek inside her home and eat a nicer meal than many of them ever would in their pathetic lifetimes. A quick glance around earlier afforded Rod the knowledge that there were plenty of his fellow Death Eaters among them tonight, and had they been given such an instruction it could have been a glorious bloodbath of all the muggle lovers and mudbloods but there were too many innocents here tonight. Too many purebloods that they couldn’t risk a brawl this evening but it wouldn’t stop Rodolphus from imagining it as he sucked up to the Minister and played the gentlemanly socialite. “I read that awful piece in the Daily Prophet about your memo. It’s a shame reporters can’t remain unbiased these days, or at the very least report on the actual scandal that is the leak inside the Ministry. They care more about their bottom line than reporting the news, which makes it all the more refreshing to see you reach out to the community like this. Complete transparency in the Ministry, Rodolphus turned and looked at Evie, giving a slight chuckle as he spoke, as if his statement was a laugh because of how true it was. “We certainly didn’t have it under the last Minister.”
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Post by Lilith A. C. Lestrange on Apr 5, 2018 8:26:46 GMT
An almost smile flashed over Lilith’s lips as Rabastan suggested seeing how not lovely the ballroom was. She wasn’t going to publicly approve of such a comment but her eyes shifted to her fiancé and she was entertained by his wit. Luckily no one was paying close enough attention to be able to read lips or hear the pair of them but Lilith was quite certain that Rabastan would be quite right, the inside of this home, if you could even call it that, would just be a let down. Still it would impress the sheep that were unaware of what fine taste was. This whole ‘Minister of the People’ act was wearing thin already on Lilith’s patience and while this may have been the Minister’s first ever spring Gala, Lilith had no intentions of attending another, or any other kind of gala this minister threw together. It was dull so far and the evening had only just begun, there was no direction for the evening to go but down.
The two entered the ballroom, Lilith on Rabastan’s arm, letting him take the lead as she was raised to do. There were plenty of people dancing and the music was acceptable to Lilith. Her fiancé spun her and pulled her back again into an intimate yet formal dancing hold, something entirely suitable and expected of an engaged couple, she felt. “Such a splendid idea, Rabastan.” She smiled. It was of course an awful idea and she didn't take Rabastan seriously in the slightest. Hiring this place for their wedding was the biggest joke of the night. It was large but it was a drab yet it still wouldn’t even fit all of their guests. The Burke-Lestrange wedding was to be the biggest the wizarding world would ever see. They would have the most notable people in all the wizarding world wishing them well. Minister Galanis, if she was still Minister come the time of their wedding, would of course be invited and expected to show, if she decided not to then Lilith would make sure there was a good reason for such an absence. “Let's invite everyone here tonight, such a wonderful evening to recreate." She did not mean that in the slightest and the subtle change in her tone portrayed that. Rabastan may not have been quite used to her extremely dry sarcasm but it was something she was certain he'd grow to recognise the more they got to know one another, if not then this marriage was going to be best spent apart. She rather liked Rabastan though so she hoped he'd catch on, or she supposed she could become a little more obvious. Looking to her right there were mudbloods dancing among them but she took a breath and looked back to Rabastan, knowing this evening wouldn't last forever.
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Post by Lunete Penelope Dearborn on Apr 7, 2018 12:18:35 GMT
The gardens were absolutely beautiful and Lunete was exceedingly happy with her company for the evening. She hadn't dated much and the couple of guys she had dated were all friends first. Julian was the first person she'd just jumped into a date with. She hadn't known him first, she'd only had one interaction with him before their first date and one something she wasn't quite sure what to call. She'd seen him talking to Agent Humbert and she'd been transfixed. She'd felt completely humiliated when he'd noticed her staring and she'd panicked once she was noticed but apparently that hadn't worried him because the second time she saw him had been in the bakery of her home town, he'd been staring at her and yet somehow, after making a bit of an arse of herself yet again, he still joined her at her table and struck up a conversation. They arranged to go on a date and set the date up via owl. She'd been worried he wouldn't show but he had and it had been incredible. She'd enjoyed every moment of it and was enjoying their second date just as much. It was quite hard to keep from smiling the entire time when in Julian's company but she didn't want to come off as a complete lunatic.
Julian was so close that they could have kissed. She didn't feel entirely comfortable with the idea of kissing so publicly in front of faces she worked with but at the same time she found she definitely wanted to kiss him again, sometime, not right now. He pulled back and she almost grinned, the idea of exploring more of this beautiful home was exciting. Lunete loved her home, she'd lived there with her family and it was large enough for them all, but it was no mansion! It was nothing as stunning and well dressed up as the Minister's home. "Ohh, champagne!" She said, delighted at a little drink before the evening really got going. She didn't want to drink too much, she wasn't much of a drinker really, but she'd decided before she'd come out that she'd be apparating home and that was not something to do once inebriated. Raising her glass she felt the carbonated bubbles popping against her top lip as she took sip of the pale-golden beverage. "You're so naughty!" She chuckled as she walked with him. As much as she was curious about what was beyond this floor she wanted to explore the rest of the house too, however she was not willing to breach the Minister's wishes, no matter how delectably tempting it would be. "I enjoy a good swim." She smirked a little, taking a sip of her champagne again, smiling in to her glass.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2018 2:58:03 GMT
Come as you are,as you were Come doused in mud,soaked in bleach,as I want you to be, as a trend,as a friend,as and old TAG: @all. WORDS: 1341. NOTES: MENU AND SEATING CHART. WAITER/BULTER WILL ESCORT YOU TO SEAT, AND OFFER A DRINK. MEAL WILL APPEAR MOMENTS AFTER YOU ARE SITUATED.
She smiled as the younger lady complimented her own her home saying how beautiful it was, weather it was true or just polite high society talk she didn’t know or care. To Sybil her house was beautiful, her gardens were a masterpiece not to mention the several sculptures of Greek Gods and Goddess that were around her grounds. She looked at the dress the woman wore which she was beyond beautiful and was in a different league of Sybil’s. While she wanted to wear one of her more elegant gowns, it was an attempt however not to look to fancy to the poor people who could not afford the stuff Sybil, or the others could afford. ”Thank you Miss. Nott you’re dress is just absolutely amazing, you look very stunning tonight” expressed Sybil in a heartfelt compliment. Turning to Rodolphus who spoke about his dad she gave a slight chuckle back to the comment he made on him being jealous. ”Why thank you, I try my best but I was unable to compete with Miss. Nott over here” said Sybil referring back to how good looking the younger woman was, as if she was almost trying to set the Lestrange up with her. No, it was just Sybil being Sybil the personable, friendly, warm hearted Minister. She listened entirely to what the eldest Lestrange brother was saying about the memo piece in the daily prophet along with her predecessor’s lack of transparency. She did wish the narrative to be about their being a leak in the Ministry not the actual substance of the memo. She had the fall person or people planned for such a narrative but instead the media ran with how Sybil was pushing to take rights and was wanting more power. Well they were sort of correct even if they didn’t understand the grander scheme of things.
”Yes I was disappointed to see how they have spun the narrative around the memo, and not focusing that this was a leak at highest levels of the Ministry. While, I’m extremely supportive of the press and not interfering with them like previous Ministers I believe they could as you said not think about their bottom line so much” spoke Sybil in her polite tone as she agreed with him but also maintained her support of the press’s freedom without interference from the Ministry. Her predecessor was a different story, Sybil had always hated the man’s guts. A man who had done nothing in those years as Minister that she couldn’t have accomplished herself. Hell, she was the one who secured some of those accomplishments of his that he took credit for and paraded around like he was prom queen at a beauty pageant. How Sybil enjoyed stabbing him for four years straight in his back until she defeated him in his re-election bid. ”Unfourantely my predecessor didn’t believe in transparency one of the many differences between us that you’ll see in my tenure, for the best of course” she remarked about the distasteful former Minister as she took a sip of her champagne. Looking over she could spot a newcomer talking to the young Auror she had just left, it was the man’s older brother and newly named Ambassador Nicolas Roi Bellerose. That’s not worrisome at all thought Sybil sarcastically knowing that the Bellerose brothers hated each other. She made a mental note to make sure to greet and personally welcome him. Before she could venture to them, the watch she wore glowed a dark purple for a few seconds looking at it, it was a bunch of stars and planets with little hands moving around.
It was a watch for someone skilled at Astrology, like Sybil to tell time from and she could see it was nearing time for dinner to be served. Before she could say a word a voice magically amplified across the grounds ”Ladies and Gentlemen, dinner will be served momentarily. Please make your way to the dining hall, staff will be ready to escort you to your seats. Please enjoy your dinner spoke a man’s voice clearly.
Turning around she smiled at the two of them ”Well if you excuse me I must pry my other half out of his studies. Sometimes I think I married a kid” she laughed giving off a joke as she bided them farewell for now. Walking back inside she made her way into the dining hall. The dining hall was just outside of the entrance to the ballroom, and while it had been magically extended for tonight’s occasion it was rather large, to begin with. A group of butlers and ushers dressed in elegant uniforms waited by the entrance doors ready to take any coats and escort guests to their designated seats. They had been forced to rehearse such actions by Sybil that it had become a memorized ritual to the entire staff if they couldn’t memorize her seating plan or properly greet guests they were fired. The seating plan had been painstakingly arranged by the Minister’s staff, under threat of messing up such a seating plan would result in several heads rolling. People were seated with their plus one, those with conflicts with each other that were known were separated at different ends of the table. In a not so suspiring move, Rodolphus Lestrange sat on her right with Ambassador Bellerose taking the seat on her right. It was clear this evening was more than just getting to know the public, it was to cement relationships with certain supporters. She made sure to seat those of pure-blood elitism away from known muggle-borns without making it look as she separated people by blood. Luckily there were purebloods in attendance who didn’t espouse the views Sybil secretly had. She was sure no one would dare start a conflict at the Minister’s Gala even the Dark Lord himself hadn’t decided to show up and spill blood.
The glass table bore the colorful spring flower centerpieces, much fewer than before, the colorful placemats that created a pattern of different spring colors down the table, and now the table was accompanied with various dishes of small appetizers. Everything had been double and tripled checked, wine glasses stood at the ready to be served with various wines, the staff waiting anxiously to execute a dinner, that they were more anxious to start than the actual guests themselves. Sybil turned around as a hand on the back of her shoulder distracted her, she was face to face with an older man in his early fifties. His brown hair and chiseled looks made him an attractive man for his age, who she warmly embraced giving him a kiss on the lips. Tyson Griffin, the scholar and trophy husband of the Minister stood in the dining hall commenting on his wife looked and give her one more kiss as he took his seat at the other far end of the table as guest were being escorted to their seats now.
Taking her spot at the helm of the table she thanked the waiter who pulled out her chair for her. ”Bring us a bottle of the 1965 Chateau d’Yquem, it is a favorite of the Ambassador’s.” said Sybil in a nice tone as the man nodded and went towards the kitchen. She watched as people started sitting around the table and chatting amongst themselves after ordering the wine they wanted. The staff had executed the plan perfectly, they took coats, scarfs etc. than escorted the guests to their seats, offering them a drink from the wines they had on the menu, or of another drink from the bar. As most of the guests were seated at the table, one by one the first course appeared on their plates, a perfectly well seasoned Spring Chicken Vegetable Soup. ”Ambassador Bellerose I am so glad you and Miss. Beaumont could join us tonight. I took the liberty of having your favorite wine to be imported from your home country” spoke Sybil elegantly as she smiled the as Ambassador his date took their seats.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Apr 8, 2018 15:02:11 GMT
There was no way at all possible that anyone being referred to as 'far too chipper' was ever a good thing and yet Dorian turned it around and made it a compliment for himself. Of course he did, it was his way of getting back at her and she was unimpressed, or at least she looked a little unimpressed, she was actually a little amused that he'd try such a move instead of just building up to pulling what she referred to as 'the face'. Many little pokes and prods usually got Dorian to do 'the face' but this evening, pointing out his ever so slight enthusiasm, despite him having been forced along, was not going to work, not that it had been any kind of attempt, it had been general chatter, but had she wanted to try and provoke him into showing her that all too sexy pout then she'd have certainly tried harder than that.
Eyes scanning over Julian and Lunete as they ran off towards the house Dorcas couldn't help but be sceptical about those two being together. It made Dorcas feel as though Julian was up to something most untrustworthy and as if little baby Auror thought she could perhaps get through her training with a lighter load if she was dating the head's brother. Well if she thought that then little Miss Dearborn could bloody well think again, Dorcas would put her through the ringer herself provided she could sneak past Dorian and get to the little newbies. For some reason, and she possibly couldn't imagine why, but it was deemed not a good idea for her to teach the new recruits, or have much to do with any of the recruits, or anyone in the office really. Sure she had her moments but there wasn't anything absolutely terrible that she'd done.
The conversation on the pair stopped as Dorcas saw what Dorian saw. She watched with a small little smirk as Tersha made her way over, ever the seductress as she prowled. Tersha was nothing but a large feline, lean and elegant, poised and ready to tear a mans clothes to pieces with even the slightest come on so to see her interact with Dorian was quite possibly, one of the highlights of the evening thus far and quite frankly it was a top contender for taking home the prize of most enjoyable moment all together. Dorian was clearly uncomfortable, his body language and tone giving him away almost immediately. His training, it appeared, did not extend to formal occasions and Dorcas could not have been prouder of Tersha for making Dorian so incredibly uncomfortable and it wasn't as if she was even trying. She just had a knack for irritating the guy with her natural Merlin-given charms. "Thanks, darl. How was -" Dorcas was cut off by an announcement across the grounds, dinner was to be served and they were to make their way to the dining room. Well that was a short lived interaction but with any luck she'd be sat with Tersha and able to pry away into what adventures she'd been up to in Hawaii.
"That's our cue." She said, looking to Dorian, wrapping her arm around his with a little tug to get him headed into the dining room with her, though she was relatively certain that wherever they went he didn't really need a tug, he wasn't the sort to make a fuss and create and scene and Dorcas loved being able to take advantage of that without a second thought or any regards for Dorian himself. As they reached the dining room they were seen to their seats immediately. Someone pulling out their chairs. Dorcas shooed the servant away and seated herself just fine without his aid. Why people like that were necessary, tucking people in like toddlers was a notion lost on Dorcas. She looked at the name card floating above her plate, beautifully embossed and something that would probably have been appreciated by someone that gave a crap about this kind of thing. She took a peek to her left, not recognising the name of the person to be sat next to her and then she peered to the other side of Dorian and had to stifle some laughter. Rather quickly she sat back upright in her spot, biting on her lower lip, amused at Dorian's company for the evening meal besides herself! At least he'd be very well looked after while she excused herself and did a little snooping before she got on with a lot more snooping later.
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Post by Vienna Phoebe Rosier on Apr 22, 2018 9:40:07 GMT
Vienna was living a life she'd not much expected. She was a death eater and she'd married into a well known, and exceedingly well off, sacred twenty-eight family. There was of course the drawback that her husband was a homosexual but that was nothing that she worried about, she'd known shortly after their marriage, having her suspicions confirmed on their wedding night, still she was willing to play the part of doting wife. Her husband was suave, handsome and filthy rich compared to the life she'd grown up in, she'd expected an arranged marriage to someone pure but not someone in the sacred twenty-eight league, it had been entirely unexpected but mutually beneficial for the pair of them and so they kept up appearances, even having a son. One day, when they had both decided, they would have another heir and be done with having children. This suited them both. They lived their own lives, Camron's family got off of his back the moment he had a son to carry on the family name and fortune and Vienna and Camron were free to see whomever they wished, so long as they kept it private and well out of the way of the likes of vulture journalists that would do anything to ruin her reputation. She was of course talking about that dreaded Tersha Knight who had been close with her twin. Ghastly woman.
Unfortunately Vienna spied the wretched piece of journalistic filth at the Minister's gala. Of course she was here, no doubt hoping this whole evening would go terribly wrong. Well Vienna and Camron were big supporters of the minister. She was one that seemed easily bought and with that they could pay for things to go their way when they needed. Influence with the minister was something hard to come by, some had morals and whatever else that kept them from succeeding in life, Sybil had none of that, she was up for bidding because she was purely after power. People that were after power could easily be bought, Vienna had found through her ten years experience in the world of the elite with money. Everyone had a price but were not always bought with money.
The minister's evening was quaint, her home was lovely and Vienna stood with her arm linked through her husbands making the perfect pair. He was well groomed and handsome and she was the epitome of beauty and sophistication. They looked at one another adoringly, shared a private little joke and laughed their way into the home. The danced a little until the meal was called and the couple were escorted to their seats close to the minister where they settled and began talking once more. It was charming to see the Minister so heavily surrounded with Death Eaters and yet what was amusing was that she probably didn't even realise it. Or perhaps she did and she was more than happy to keep them entertained. Vienna hoped for the Minister's sake that she was smart enough to play along with whatever was asked of her from the Dark Lord, Vienna and her husband had invested quite a bit of gold in her campaign and to keep her on top, it would be such a terrible waste to see her slaughtered like cattle, leaving them wishing they'd backed another abraxan.
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