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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 25, 2018 9:26:25 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
Lestrange Manor was decorated from floor to ceiling every year in anticipation of the annual Lestrange Christmas Soiree. The invitations were sent weeks ago, though at this point it was really just a formality. It was well known that the annual Christmas gathering was meant only for the elite of the pureblood society, and thus it was generally the same families in attendance for hundreds of years. It was one of many annual events hosted by a wealthy pureblood family in which the social elites would come together, their children mingling in cliques that would likely carry them through their years in school and forge the bonds necessary to keep their family in good graces within the wizarding community. As such, the décor chosen every year was meant to convey the wealth and status of the Lestrange family, in case anyone could possibly forget they were the wealthiest family in Britain, and most of Europe. Lush, leafy garland hung from the railings, tied with festive holiday bows. White fairy lights framed each room of the house and candles floated in large circles near the ceiling creating a flickering chandelier. Every room had at least one Christmas tree, decorated in white lights and gold baubles, but the ballroom had by far the largest tree reaching well over 20 feet high with an assortment of colorful ornaments.
A formal event, the guests arrived in stunning dresses and regal tuxedos, announced to the rest of the party as they entered down a grand staircase and were greeted with a flute of champagne from the Lestrange Vineyards in France. Younger guests were ushered into a room with toys and a man dressed as Santa, with servants meant to supervise them while their parents mingled. Hors d'oeuvres and drinks were rotated through the space by servants dressed in white suit jackets with a boutonniere of holly pinned to their lapel. About an hour into the festivities, the band quieted and Adolph Lestrange, patriarch to the Lestrange family, stood and made a toast to his wife and sons, with a special nod to his sweet granddaughter and a welcome to his new daughter-in-law. After a few more spirited wishes of holiday merriment, the band struck up the music once more and the party continued.
Aurora and her friends had played nicely together for a spell in their little designated space, but she quickly found her father and his date and insisted on joining them for the adult party. She took pleasure in showing off the dress her Auntie Lilith had gotten for her, twirling in circles to show everyone how it fanned out whenever she spun around. Aurora insisted that Dorcas watch as she sat on Father Christmas’ lap and received a present, which she opened promptly, emitting a gleeful squeal that was still considered adorable at her age. Rodolphus watched, the proudest of fathers, as Aurora said goodnight to their guests with a curtsey and a few extra twirls, eager to stay up just a little bit later and pleased as punch to show off her new present. After a little extra coaxing and leaving Dorcas to fend for herself for a few minutes, Rodolphus tucked his daughter into her bedroom upstairs and instructed her house elf to ensure Aurora did not disturb the party that was still in full swing on the ground floor.
The formalities of the night over, Rodolphus returned to fetch his date and sneak off as the adult children did every year, and let the real party begin. “Where’s my brother?” he asked one of the servants as they passed by, grabbing a pair of glasses from the witch’s tray and handing one to Dorcas. “I’ll bet he’s off shagging his new bride on our parents’ bed. Filthy pervert.” He buried his face into the crook of her neck, his breath warm on her skin as he spoke in a low voice for only her to hear, and ran a hand over Dorcas’ backside. Lifting his head, he gave a charming, drunken grin at her, then looked to the others who had joined them in the parlour. They were an eclectic bunch, considering the narrow-minded guestlist, but despite their varying ages and occupations they all had one thing in common, a desire to get away from the stuffiness of their parents’ idea of a party and let loose in their own celebration of the season.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Nov 26, 2018 8:00:41 GMT
Oh for Merlin's fucking sake. Dorcas was internally cringing the whole night. She was less than polite but with the big smile on her face and the fake laugh, she could get away with saying just about anything. If this was what these parties Tersha was always going to were like then Dorcas was definitely pleased to have been left out of them for so many sodding years. Since becoming a Death Eater, and openly being seen with Rodolphus, it was as though a whole other world had opened up to her and Dorcas wasn't a fan. There were polite smiles involved but she could tell that people were wanting to bitch about her the second she was out of earshot, which was a shame because Dorcas enjoyed hearing what got said about her, and there was certainly a lot to go on. She was being seen in public, with Rodolphus, the man whose wife she'd killed. She'd been having an affair with him and now she was practically dating the sod. As if that wasn't enough for these people then she had more to offer. Her family were considered bloodtraitors, she was way poor by their standards, she was an auror, she was whatever the fuck else these bitches and their wives liked to complain about. Yes, she thoroughly thought of the men as bitches.
The evening was disgusting but at least it moved on and she'd had a few drinks. Thanks to her ability to drink the cheapest crap possible, the differences between good and bad alcohol was lost on her. She was able to drink just about anything that came her way and she wasn't afraid to mix it a little. She knew she had Christmas to look forward to tomorrow with her family and so she'd had a little potion brewed up and sat next to her bedside table at her parents house where she was going to spend the night so she could have her presents in the morning.
Rodolphus took Aurora off to bed and Dorcas was pleased not to be needed for that. It was strange being at this thing with Rodolphus because what were they?! They were having an affair, some kind of fling, but what was this? Because it wasn't just Rodolphus that she was being seen out in public with,, it was his kid too. Aurora had been an increasing part of her life as of late and Dorcas had no idea what Rodolphus had told the kid but it was weird, right? Yeah, this was weird. She wasn't looking to be anything more than what she already was to Rodolphus. She had a theory that his parents had told him he had to make a scene with her, make it seem as though they were in love or some dragondung, that way the affair was more relatable or something. It was all in her head though, she'd not actually mentioned anything to Rodolphus. No, she'd not said a word to him, instead she'd just bloody gone along with it. What was even wrong with her?
After spending a bit of time socialising with a relatively nice gal by the name of Parkinson, Dorcas was grabbed by Rodolphus and guided away from the hors d'oeuvres. She was a little devastated that she was missing out on a bit more food, but she had managed to nab herself another flute of champagne, though she didn't think the expensive beverage was doing anything. An inebriated Rodolphus was an amusing one and as he buried his face into her neck she couldn't help but chuckle and grin. He was a shocking tit but she did enjoy his company. "Wouldn't blame him. Have you seen her?! Man I could marry that." Of course she couldn't marry that, that was Lilith Lestrange, Rodolphus' sister in law and bitch extraordinaire. Dorcas didn't know her personally but she'd heard enough from Tersha to form an opinion of the woman.
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Post by Narcissa Astrid Malfoy on Nov 27, 2018 6:13:49 GMT
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Tonight, for the second time this month, Narcissa was having mixed feelings about the couple’s plans. She had already made it through the Lestrange-Burke wedding only weeks earlier but it had been trying. Morning sickness was unpredictable and with every queasy sensation came immense worry that something was going to go wrong, either she wouldn’t make it to the loo in time or worse. The anxiety that came with pregnancy after a miscarriage was bad enough on it’s own, but to add the publicity of a wedding, and now a massive Christmas party was too much. As such, the Malfoys were a little beyond fashionably late but they arrived in time to see Adolph Lestrange give his speech and for Narcissa to spend a little time playing with her niece before she went off to bed. She felt a twinge of jealousy as Aurora announced happily that her auntie Lilith had bought her pretty new dress for her, and Cissa wondered how on earth the woman managed it all while planning a wedding.
Looking out across the ballroom, Narcissa admired Lilith’s dress and her trim figure, instantly feeling like a whale in her own dress which was designed to hide her already showing baby bump. “Lucius, do I look fat?” she asked softly, hanging on her husband’s arm. Another witch with a pristine figure strode passed at that moment and Narcissa looked up into her husband’s blue eyes for support. It would be different if they were telling people of Narcissa’s pregnancy. She would have dressed to show off her little belly, her handsome pure little angel growing inside of her, and she wouldn’t have felt fat, just pregnant. But they were three months in and neither of them dared to say a word to anyone beyond a healer, for risk of cursing themselves yet again, so Cissa was dressed in what she previously had considered a fashionable gown but now was feeling like she was wearing a potato sack. In comparison to her Adonis of a husband, Narcissa felt even more like a beached whale, but his face put her worries at ease more than anything else.
The night dragged for the pretty blonde, indulging others in conversation all while sipping on sparkling apple juice and not commenting on her lack of alcohol consumption. She wasn’t regularly a heavy drinker but as this was a social event and it was Christmas, it would have looked out of the ordinary for her not to have a flute of something in her hand. Narcissa excused herself to the toilet and took advantage of the privacy to fix her hair and makeup, and give herself a little pep talk before returning to the party and her husband. “I cannot believe Rodolphus brought her,” she said in an annoyed tone under her breath, turning her back to Dorcas Meadowes, the woman who had murdered her sister. “It’s not bad enough that he was cheating on my sister, now he’s flaunting the little harlot who killed her? She has some nerve showing her face here.”
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 27, 2018 8:06:04 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
With no definitive answer to his brother’s whereabouts, the server carried on with her tray of drinks making the rounds to the others in the parlour as Rodolphus gave a low, pleasurable growl in Dorcas’ ear. “I’m sure I could convince my brother to let you borrow her for a few hours, so long as you don’t mind observers.” Waggling his thick brow suggestively at her, Rodolphus took a large sip of his drink. The idea of Dorcas fooling around with his new sister-in-law was exciting, and, given the green light, he wouldn’t hesitate to speak to Rabastan about orchestrating such a show. The green light being, of course, enough liquor and not necessarily Dorcas’ consent. Sadly, getting all the players on board for such a delectable performance wasn’t likely to happen, considering Lilith had saved herself for marriage, meaning Rabby had only popped that delicious cherry a few weeks ago. Roddy knew first hand that Lilith Burke, Lilith Lestrange now, was not shy when it came to pleasures but whether she steered toward the fairer sex was something he had not discovered during their earlier office affair.
Polishing off his glass of champagne with one final large gulp, Roddy gestured for one of the servers to come over. “We’ll be needing the stronger stuff now. Get the Macallan from the cellar,” he ordered, setting his empty flute on the tray and then looking to his date. “Any requests?” Though Dorcas had never been to his parents’ home before, nor one of these parties, it would be almost impossible for her to request some sort of liquor that was not fully stocked in the manor. Between his father hoarding fine wines and expensive scotches like they were going to be the next currency after the apocalypse, and his mother’s excessive drinking habit, the Lestrange Manor was basically a one-stop shop for all your alcohol needs, so long as you weren’t requesting the cheap swill Dorcas was used to buying for herself.
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Post by Lilith A. C. Lestrange on Nov 28, 2018 10:15:14 GMT
What a month it had been. From their wedding rehearsal to her hens night, to her wedding to her honeymoon. Lilith had been having a splendid time and absolutely everything was going perfectly for the new Mrs Lestrange. She had been given a most wondrous wedding gift from her now brother in law which was that magazine where she worked. It was quite incredible. She naturally wondered how much Rodolphus had paid to buy the magazine. She'd thought of doing it before but decided it was best if she wait until she was married to make such a bold move on a company. It wasn't that she was against women in the workplace, far from it, it was excellent for a woman to have a hobby so long as she put her husband and family first, just as the man should do, only the men put the family first by working hard, bringing home the wage and supporting the lifestyle a woman ought be kept in.
The Lestrange name was a wealthy one and while Lilith had been by no means unfortunate or poor in her upbringing, the Lestrange side of life was still very different again. While the Burkes were still one of the wealthier wizarding families, the Lestranges were a whole different league and Lilith felt more privileged than she'd ever done before. She was part of a family that was considered royalty in the right circles and she fully intended to enjoy her new found status. Rabastan was proving to be a decent husband thus far, but as she was told before they were married, they would experience what was known as a 'honeymoon' phase that would last for approximately a year and then that would be different. They would talk less, be involved with one another less. With any luck Lilith would have given him a son by then or be expecting one in the very least. She was realistic with her expectations about her marriage, she didn’t want to be one of those women that spent their marriage wishing for their husbands to love them. She knew that so long as she and Rabastan continued to get on well then someday, they might just fall in love, but this was an arranged marriage, an agreement they both made and would see through to their dying day. Love was a childish notion but perhaps in the back of her mind - and her heart - she hoped she might find it someday with Rabastan. He was certainly pure and gentlemanly enough for her likings.
Gliding around the dancefloor effortlessly in her husband’s arms Lilith was thoroughly enjoying her time this evening. Her new father’s speech was wonderful and she enjoyed the spotlight it momentarily shon on her. She was a Lestrange. Lilith Lestrange and she was a part of this now. She stood by her husband’s side until it was time to dance once more. She had a couple of little dances with Aurora, spinning and twirling her niece. She wore the special dress that Lilith had brought her especially for the evening but while the evening was most spectacular, there was one part that was dampening the whole night.
Aurora was smitten with the woman Lilith had refused to allow at her wedding. The young child seemed to adore Miss Meadowes just as much as she did LIlith or even Narcissa. It was absurd that Rodolphus would allow his child to even lay eyes upon the woman, let alone interact with her in the way she did. Lilith had made it clear to Rabastan already that she was not happy with Miss Meadowes being there but there was little they could do. It was Rabastan’s parents party and as such they were the only ones that could have a guest ejected and that didn’t seem to be happening.
Sweet little Aurora made her way to bed, saying goodnight like a perfect young lady. Lilith smiled lovingly at her niece and then waved a little goodbye as she trotted off. SHe may not have a mother but she would most certainly benefit from having a proper aunt in her life now, not one that was a withering mess, losing child after child, letting her husband down month after month. The woman was attractive but there was no point in being good looking if you couldn’t do your job as a wife. Lilith hoped she would not have the same issues as Narcissa, but Narcissa came from stock that would marry their cousins. Some things were just going too far. It honestly tainted reputations, and the idea that Rodolphus had been married to one of those … people, was absurd.
The party started to divide, as was inevitable. Lilith stayed by her husband’s side but was still not impressed that so many were just so comfortable with trash being at the party this year. Naturally Parkinson had gravitated towards Meadowes. Her family were always the lower end of the Sacred 28 ladder but with what the family had gone through in recent years, they were even lower than low. They were barely holding on. Why Fin continued to spend time with her was unfathomable. She was pregnant and while Fin claimed it wasn’t his, the Avery name was starting to be dragged through the mud. Fin’s association with her was going to be his undoing. He wasn’t playing the part of a proper pureblooded gentleman, he was playing the part of a rebellious teen, despite being in his twenties. If he wanted to be taken seriously then he truly needed to rethink his ways. He was a nightclub owner. He was possibly the father of a bastard child. He was seen with all manner of women but there was no one consistent in his life. No one but Miss Parkinson that was. He was on a slippery slope, Parkinson was pulling him down and there wasn’t a whole lot her second cousin could do to make up his reputation. Marriage and an heir, a proper business and being rid of Parkinson would all set him on the right path, but this was Fin she was thinking of. The Chudleigh Cannons had more chance of winning the championship than of Fin doing what he ought to in order to bring his family name back up to par.
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Post by Lucius Armand Malfoy on Nov 28, 2018 12:16:06 GMT
It was quite an evening. Lucius wasn't sure they were ever going to make it out the door but Narcissa had surprised him. Honestly, the longer she took to decide, the more it seemed unlikely that they would make it this year. If they didn't attend the annual event at the Lestranges home then they'd be asked why. They almost didn't make it to the wedding but somehow they'd gone, got through it, and made it home all in one piece. That wasn't to say Lucius was relaxing around Narcissa's pregnancy, she was still pregnant which was fantastic, she'd made it farther than a couple of their pregnancies, but every day was like holding his breath, and every night it was like he was holding his breath too. He woke several times a night, checking his wife. Occasionally he even thought he heard Narcissa waking and his heart would both leap into his throat and sink to the bottom of his stomach. He'd feel nauseous but expectant of something bad all at once, and yet nothing happened. Sometimes she would stir, sometimes it was just all in his head. Regardless he was pleased nothing bad had happened yet. Or at all. He was at least attempting to think more positively now that Narcissa was into her third month of pregnancy.
Arriving in time for Adolphus' speech Lucius was pleased they hadn't missed too much. He'd checked with Narcissa before they'd come out, just to be polite, just to be sure, that he could have a few drinks with the guys. Nothing serious, no getting sloshed, but he was certainly allowed to get a little more than tipsy. He wanted to really let loose, get rid of all the stress he was carrying, but he couldn't, not yet. He had to be there for Narcissa. As he watched the other's dancing, Narcissa beautiful and positively glowing beside him, she asked if she looked fat. Lucius knew from experience with a former girlfriend than to answer that too quickly and he'd learnt from another that he needed to answer. His features softened as he looked at his wife, drinking in her radiance, a soft smile forming on his lips. "Not in the slightest. More radiant than ever, my love." He told her. She was far from fat, not even slightly chunky. He kissed the top of her head, careful not to disturb her hair as he did so. His hand slipped across the small of her back as he did so, wishing he could reassure her more but it was not the place. She was pregnant and it was not yet a subject he could talk freely about, perhaps even ever.
The evening carried on and as per usual, Lucius was incredibly delicate with his wife. He tried not to make it too obvious, he was always an attentive husband, something he was mocked for by his friends, but he escorted his wife everywhere but the toilets, only socialising with others with his wife at his side. When she began complaining of an unusual sight. Lucius took a deep breath in and let it out, not so quietly. "You know Rod," He said, "Always trying to see what he can get away with, always testing his boundaries with his parents and society." Lucius took a final sip of his champagne as he saw a waiter coming by. He slipped the glass onto the tray, "Glen Scotia. Neat." He told the waiter with a nod, sending the guy on his way. "Just pay her no attention." He asked, quirking a single perfect brow just a little. He wanted to distract her from Meadowes. Lucius knew a little of her affiliations now but he didn't know enough. Still he trusted the Dark Lord and one thing was for certain - things would be interesting tonight.
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Post by Rabastan Aramis Lestrange on Nov 29, 2018 15:56:09 GMT
 Oh, Come, All Ye Pureblood The annual Lestrange Christmas party was something many of the pureblood elite looked forward to every year, and Rabastan was usually right there at the forefront, geared up for a good time and a wild night that would leave him with quite the headache on Christmas morning. This year was different. Instead of flirting and partying with different women all night, he would have just the one woman by his side. His wife. They had only been married a couple of weeks, and he was still getting used to thinking of himself as a husband, but by Merlin's wand, he certainly could not forget the beauty that stood by his side, nor could he forget the release he had felt over the past few weeks at no longer having to abstain from sex. Their honeymoon had been something to remember, and Rabby was surprisingly chipper all of the time. Most put it down to him being happy to have such a wonderful new wife who did the Lestrange name proud, but it was purely because he was getting laid, and it was fucking glorious. Lilith was incredible, and the twinkle in his eyes was impossible to ignore as he twirled her around the dance floor. The night had been its usual formal self, speeches, impeccable manners floating around, airs and graces to make even the most well brought up of the group tired from the effort, but now things were winding down. He had danced with Aurora, and then passed her off to Lilith, happy to see that the two were more than a little bit fond of each other. Lilith had gotten Aurora the most beautiful dress for the occasion, and Rabastan's niece was smitten with her new Auntie, who she had whispered to her Uncle "looks like a real princess!" Rabastan had to agree. Lilith looked stunning this evening, and put every other woman in the building to shame. To say he felt proud tonight was an understatement. To say he felt sober would also have been a huge whopper, since he was far from it, and falling further into the land of pissed as the younger generation began to gather in the parlour where they could really let loose and drop the formalities. It was Rabastan's favourite part of the night each year, though he knew he'd have to be somewhat well behaved for Lilith's sake. He took his wife's hand and led her through to the parlour, emptying his flute of champagne as he did and leaving it on a side table, intending to have something much stronger instead. Rodolphus was already in there with a few others, his face buried in the neck of Dorcas Meadowes, whom Lilith had had a lot to say about this evening. She had spent what felt like hours complaining about Dorcas being there, and how she was an embarrassment, but honestly, Rabastan liked the woman. Dorcas was a good laugh, and he had enjoyed her company long before he had enjoyed Lilith's, but he couldn't very well say as much without shoving a thorn into his new marriage and causing problems already. Of course if he did slip up, Lilith would just have to get over it, they were married now, she would have to come around and accept him and his opinions of others, but spoiling tonight with it wasn't something he planned on doing. "Come on," he turned to her, trying to block the view of Roddy and his date from her. He pulled her close, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his hand pressed against the small of her back. "Time to let loose." Anyone would be able to tell he was a tad drunk already, but he didn't care, he thought he was doing a great job of keeping it together, and an even better job of resisting pulling Lilith into a cupboard for some real fun. In all honestly, he did plan on doing that later, but there was whiskey to be had, and dances to be danced, and oh, fuck it. He leaned in a kissed his wife, softly at first to test the waters, though his grip on her bum likely told her that he wanted more. _______________________ tag: Lilith A. C. Lestrange and everyone! outfit: Pureblood Prince.words: 736 notes: Merry Christmas! <3 [googlefont="Nothing You Could Do"] |
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Post by Finley Charles Avery on Nov 29, 2018 16:37:19 GMT
 Oh, Come, Al Ye Pureblood Fin was suited, booted, and devastatingly single when he arrived at the home of the Lestranges with Dora on his arm. Of course, he was never alone for any of these occasions, she would always be his date so long as he needed one, and he did the same for her, though honestly, she didn't go to as many fancy places as he did, so her events were more dressed down and wild than the high class formalities of a pureblood soiree. He got a couple of dirty looks from the older generation, his father included, who thought that a Parkinson would only drag him down, but Fin didn't give a single shit what they thought, in fact, it made him want to rebel even more just to stick the knife in that bit further. He had made a show of dancing and laughing with Dora for quite some time before allowing her to go off and mingle with the other guests. The more she could do to try and get her foot more firmly in the door of this world the better, and showing these people just how wonderful she was was important. She needed these events if she ever had any hope of fixing what her parents had broken. He was feeling a buzz by the time little Aurora Lestrange was ushered off to bed, and he had other things on his mind aside from getting drunk. That wasn't his plan for the night, nor would it do him any favours to cause trouble by getting too wild and drawing attention to himself. He had watched her from afar for most of the evening, that date of hers the same one from Rabastan and Lilith's wedding, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth in annoyance. Jovian had turned him down when he'd asked her out for drinks. They'd had fun flirting and dancing at the wedding, so much so that he was sure she'd forgotten about the tit she'd brought with her, but it hadn't been enough for her to say yes to seeing him again. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, he would usually cut his losses and move on after a rejection, but there was something about Jovi he couldn't shake. Seeing her around his house in her pyjamas when Dora had lived with him, seeing her joining the ranks of the Death Eaters like the little badass she was, the way she danced with him like there was no one else in the room. And then there was that New Years kiss. It was hard to stop thinking about her since the wedding, and Fin didn't want to. She had turned him down, but he wouldn't be giving up that easily. He took a glass of champagne from a waiter who passed by, and turned to Dora, taking a sip, his eyes still on Jovi and her date across the room. "Would she be offended if I killed her hideous date and asked her to dance?" he quizzed, nodding his head in the redhead's direction. Dora was Jovi's cousin, she should know better than most what would piss Jovi off, and Fin needed to approach her in the right way. Sending flirty looks her way all night only did so much, he needed to go over there and steal her away, but she seemed like a fussy little witch, from what he'd experienced. So drinks weren't fancy enough for her, he'd noted that, but he also knew she liked a bit of drama, if New Year was anything to go off of. She had loved the attention he'd given her right in front of her trollish little boyfriend. Or so Fin had thought. Maybe she'd enjoy a little scene, though killing some guy at the Lestrange Manor might be a little bit too much. It was a good job he wasn't planning on getting too drunk, or he might end up in Azkaban for Christmas. He wondered if they'd serve Christmas dinner there, Dementors holding up sprigs of mistletoe when they performed their kiss. Fin snorted at the thought, highly amused at himself, and took another sip of champagne, sapphire eyes still on Jovi. _______________________ tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and everyone! words: 739 outfit: Most eligible bachelor.notes: All I want for Christmassss is youuuuu! <3 [googlefont="Allura"] |
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Post by Euphadora Rose Parkinson on Dec 2, 2018 6:07:03 GMT
 She was a little bit ruined a beautiful disaster but she was magic
Every year the fanciest of the wealthy pureblooded families would through some event and every year Dora got an invitation, though the means by which that invitation came generally varied. When her father had been alive, she, her brother, and her parents had been guests outright. After it was discovered that her daddy had embezzled his wealthy clients’ money to support his family’s luxurious lifestyle, subsequently leading to his kidnapping and ultimate death, the invitations were no longer addressed to Parkinson. That didn’t matter, however, as Dora had ties to that world and plans to regain her family’s status among the pureblood elite. No concrete plans, really, but more of a general ‘its going to happen’ ideology. Still, Dora was smart enough to know that these events were her ticket in and she happily accepted her friends’ invitations to come as their plus one, Fin’s being the most frequently offered and accepted hand out of them all. They were an attractive couple, and had they not had such a strong bond they might have had a chance as a romantic couple but Dora knew far too many of Fin’s quirks that simply couldn’t be overlooked in the bedroom, she was certain…when she was sober.
Dressed in a gorgeous gown that Clementine had given her when her own baby bump had grown too big, Dora hung on Fin’s arm and basked in all the attention the pair received. She knew there were whispers about who her baby’s father was, but the only bloke she was damn well certain wasn’t the father was the one everyone suspected. Fin would have a child the proper way and make his mum proud, maybe even earn a kind word or glance from his father, but he certainly wasn’t Dora’s baby daddy. That honor belonged to one of the handful of handsome men from her summer holiday in Bora Bora and she had no plans to try and figure out which it had been. She didn’t need a man who felt forced to be with her, not when she would soon have her own little creature who would love her unconditionally and never ever leave her. Fin would get married. Clem and Evie would spend more time with their own families. Lucius would be with his wife. Eventually it would only be these sorts of events where Dora would see her friends, but a baby would be with her forever.
After a few good twirls around the dancefloor, Dora wandered off, leaving Fin to fend for himself as she mingled with some of her father’s former friends. She put on a pleasant face and waved off questions about her mum or her pregnancy, and smiled through her teeth as she listened to people talk about her family’s fall from grace and how “brave” it was that she still managed to show her face. Finding the condescension more than enough, she wandered around once more and made friends with an older witch she’d not met before, Dorcas Something. She was Rodolphus Lestrange’s date for the evening and the talk of the party but really she was a nice enough girl.
A little more flirting with some handsome wizards and before long she was back at Fin’s side, a nursed glass of champagne in her hand. Dora smirked as her eyes followed Fin’s gaze over to her cousin, not needing to look to know who he was talking about. He was completely smitten with Jovi and while it was a shocking revelation that Dora was initially set against, she had had a bit of time to think about it since she’d first heard Fin mention her and now Dora was absolutely for it. “She’d probably adore it,” Dora said truthfully, knowing her cousin had a flare for the dramatics. “But I doubt it would go over well with the Lestranges. Or your father. Perhaps just ask her for a dance?” Dora could play defense with Jovi’s boyfriend, if need be, but she knew well enough that Jovi had no problem dancing with another bloke in front of any of her boyfriends. True to character, she’d probably revel in it and the attention it brought her. That trait definitely ran in the family.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Dec 8, 2018 6:20:54 GMT
"Gin and tonic." She told the bloke that was taking there orders or whatever it was he was doing, "And keep 'em coming." Dorcas didn't much care what kind of gin it was just so long as it was gin she was getting. Plenty of it too. "I'm well and truly up for a little fun with your sister in law, and I don't need you asking Rabastan on my behalf, I'm well and truly capable of wooing a woman myself." She informed him in a matter of fact tone, though of course Lilith was a stuck up bitch and it was highly unlikely she'd go for anything even remotely fun. Had her engagement to Rabastan not been announced before Bella's long overdue death, then Dorcas was certain the blonde would have attempted to sink her perfectly manicured claws into Rodolphus because that was what these people did, they aimed for status and Rodolphus was the eldest, she'd have practically been a queen on his arm which Dorcas found ridiculously amusing. Sure she'd not wanted to come to an evening like this, especially not with Rodolphus in any way that implied she was his date, however she was from outside their social circles, she was new and something to be strongly gossiped about so it could potentially cause quite a stir to be seen with the man who was considered crazy important in their world, for some bloody reason. Oh yeah, and she'd killed his wife, so there was that fun aspect too.
"So what happens next?" She asked Rodolphus, "Everything has been pretty much as expected so far and I have a feeling that shoving a hot poker up your arse would have been a far better way to spend the evening." And if there was more of what they'd already experienced on its way, Dorcas was ready to call it a night. She could head over to her parents place, open up her Christmas eve present - a book, as always - and then head to bed, read her book and sleep, starting Christmas day with a clear head. This year was going to be fun too. Ariel was mobile now and Dorcas was looking forward to spending the afternoon with her little fish-face. It'd be good to see Dorian too, she supposed.
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Post by Clementine Gabrielle Burke on Dec 15, 2018 6:06:51 GMT
Getting ready to go out was taking longer and longer with each passing day. Clem was a couple weeks from her due date and ready to explode at any moment. She'd thought of baby names and she was excited to become a mother, but bloody hell it was exhausting carrying around another human everywhere she went. She was already in love with her child but she couldn't wait to be able to put them down. She had random aches, she couldn't bend, if anything fell to the floor and her wand wasn't in her hand then it was just lost to her. Her ankles were swollen and her face a little puffier than it had been pre-pregnancy, but if anyone other than Evie had pointed it out, then she would have blasted them for it. It was good to get out though, even if it did require a bit of extra effort, and even if she did decide not to go and then to go about five or six times in a row.
Clem was having a wonderful time and she was ever so pleased that she'd decided to attend her first Lestrange Christmas Eve as Mrs Burke. Not! Everyone seemed to feel entitled to feeling her baby bump and asking if she was due yet. Honestly, some people had never heard of boundaries, however she had a fabulous husband to help her through the night. Everyone looked as elegant as ever and Clem felt she'd tried her best. He hair looked better than her outfit, but then again her body was basically the same size as a newborn whale. There was very little she could do with it. How Lucian could stand to touch her at this size she was most unsure, but he managed it. He managed very well. "Absolutely, Mrs Cornell-Wick." She chuckled, "I'll let you know the second he's born." She fake laughed the old witch off and gave Lucian 'the look'. The one that told him she was bloody exhausted of all these niceties now, and one more old biddy touching her belly and asking if she thought she was having a boy or a girl and suggesting all manner of things to bring on labor, would probably end up with Clem yelling in their face. She was on her maternity leave now, doing far less for the Death Eaters and life was slow and boring. Tonight was a lovely change of pace although she was horny as hell which did not tie in well with her exhaustion!
"Maybe we could go somewhere," She said, running her index finger down his jacket, "and ..." She threw a sultry glance up at him, biting the bottom left of her lip as she lifted her eyebrows suggestively to her husband. There was no way she could go all night without a little fooling around. She was horny just about all the time now and while her size was making things a little more awkward, that was no reason to stop. Besides, not everything was about actual sex, there were plenty of other things they could do with one another!
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Post by Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle on Dec 15, 2018 6:59:06 GMT
Almost one year ago Fin had surprised Jovi with a kiss on New Years. She'd not expected it at all but it had been quite the show and rather a good kiss. Right in front of her then boyfriend Jovi had loved every second of it, then she'd not seen him for the rest of the school holidays and she'd returned to Hogwarts. After Hogwarts she'd got a job at the ministry and with that came some responsibility and so she'd put of dating, but just for a while, then before she knew it, it was time for the Burke-Lestrange wedding. She'd found herself a suitable enough date but honestly, the guy may as well have been a chalk board. He was so dull and there was next to nothing going on with him, the only good thing about him was that he was basically a blank slate that she could dress up and command however she wanted - she did rather enjoy that. The wedding came and she stole a few glances here and there at Fin but she mostly wondered if she'd look half as good on her wedding day. It had been such an extravagant event. She wasn't sure how much gold her parents had, she just knew it was a lot, but would a wedding like that use up all their funds? Jovi didn't care, not really, just so long as she looked incredible when the time came.
At the wedding, Jovi had spent the majority of the evening with Fin. Her date for the evening sat next to her at the table, blowing bubbles in his drink or whatever, while Jovi flirted up a storm with young Mister Avery. It was amusing that he sought her out, even though she had a date, it was rather becoming a habit of his and Jovi was keen to see what he would do for a third time. She made sure at the Lestrange Christmas Evening to stay close within Fin's eyeline and danced around with her date. She laughed from time to time at little stories her date would tell her, knowing her face would positively radiant. She didn't much care for what her date had to say but she had to admit, he'd stepped up his game a little more, although his conversation were rather dull. At one point he even spoke of different types of rocks and Jovi wondered if Fin was ever going to bloody do something or if she was going to be stuck with this dullard for the rest of the night. No, no-no. That was not going to happen! She'd find her own fun before she let herself slip into a coma listening to the most boring stories in the entire universe.
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Post by Narcissa Astrid Malfoy on Dec 16, 2018 7:41:02 GMT
I offer love and loyalty I expect the same in return
There was pushing the boundaries and then there was breaking them altogether. Bellatrix hadn’t even been dead a full year and her husband was flaunting his new whore around his family’s home as if she were a trophy. It would have been bad enough at that, at least in Narcissa’s eyes, having discovered like the rest of polite society that the scoundrel was sleeping around on his wife, but for her to also be the woman who had murdered Bellatrix in cold blood! Adding Aurora’s apparent adoration for the witch into the mix only made a shite situation shittier, and here Lucius was telling Cissa to just ignore her. “I suppose I’ll have to, given the situation, but I expect you to speak with him about it atsome point. My sister should have been here tonight, not that little – Oh.” A twinge in her stomach made Cissa’s eyes widen and her hand moved instinctively to her belly. The feeling was gone just as quickly as it had come on. She exhaled deeply and forced a smile for her husband, one that became more convincing as she realized it was just her stomach growling. “I’m just hungry.” Narcissa was making herself so sick with worry over this pregnancy that even normal sensations were cause for worry but she hated making Lucius worry along with her. He was already doing enough of that on his own, even if he was a good husband and tried to keep it mostly to himself.
Moving her hand from her stomach and placing it on his chest, she leaned in closer and rested her head near his heart. “Darling, would you hate me if I sent you to track down one of those waiters with the little puffy spinach things? I’ll keep your drink fresh for you if it arrives before your return.” There were comfortable looking chairs nearby and the idea of getting off her feet for a few minutes was ever so appealing. At this point with Carina, Cissa’s feet hadn’t begun to swell yet, but this new little love was rushing the timeline for everything it seemed. She was showing earlier than she had before, the cravings had already started – though not terribly bizarre just yet but intense enough that Lucius had gone out to the shops in the middle of the night to curb them on a few occasions, and now her feet had begun to puff as much as those delicious little spinach puffs Narcissa suddenly found herself thinking about. She needed to have a sit and Lucius, bless him, probably needed a moment to feel like a normal bloke who wasn’t tethered to his fragile porcelain wife and their unborn child. “And maybe some of those little things with the nuts on top, you know, the red things.”
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 18, 2018 5:07:22 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
“Well and truly?” he repeated back, a knowing smirk setting in. Dorcas was fond of the phrase, particularly when tipsy. Why that exact phrase, he would never know but whenever Dorcas started throwing that line around Rodolphus knew she was well and truly getting drunk. Twice in the same breath was a very good sign that she was either having a decent enough time, he hoped, or that she was going to quickly be too drunk to care whether she was the social outcast in a room full of magical elite. “I would well and truly get off to that.” The idea of Dorcas and Lilith going at each other was quite delectable, and a drunk Dorcas only added to the glorious mental image he was creating. Having been with Lilith in the past in a limited way, and with Dorcas on an ongoing basis in every way imaginable, the scenes playing out in Rodolphus’ head were quite vivid. He did truly believe Dorcas when she said she was capable of wooing a woman on her own, she was damn fine and any woman with even the slightest inclination wouldn’t hesitate if Dorcas so much as glanced at them, but Lilith was far too proper and far too displeased with Dorcas’ presence to actually have any fun like that. Roddy hadn’t bothered to tell Dorcas that not only was she not invited to his brother and Lilith’s wedding a few weeks ago, but Lilith had sent Rabastan on an errand specifically to ensure that Dorcas would not be coming as Rod’s plus one. Rabastan had made such a big stink of it as well, though Roddy couldn’t much blame his brother. His balls must have been so blue they were nearly black, and Rabastan would have done anything to get off on his then soon-to-be wife’s face.
The evening had gone according to plan, just as it had every year. Dancing and socializing of the more formal nature were finishing up, the older couples would be bidding goodbye to their friends shortly and those more daring might try to stay up past midnight just to pretend it didn’t kill them to not be in bed by 9pm every night. Those with small children had already begun to leave, though the staff arranged to care for them weren’t going anywhere so some parents chose to stay and continue the festivities. Rodolphus was fortunate that his daughter had her own room here, and could send her to bed early enough that she wouldn’t be a grumpy terror come morning. Rodolphus had plans to pass out in his room upstairs as well, after seeing Dorcas home safely, but that was several hours off. The night was young and the real fun was only just getting started. “Next, we sacrifice the unworthy – that’d be you, love” he said as an aside, “then deflower the virgins and summon a demon. Just the traditional Christmas shite.”
At that moment he spotted his brother and new sister-in-law. Rabby looked smashed, something the brothers had in common. They held their own but this was their party as much as it was their parents’ and as such they felt entitled to their fair share of the alcohol. The liquor bill alone for this party was more than some people made in a year but it was hardly anything for the Lestranges to blink at. It was Christmas, and what was Christmas without a little yuletide cheer? “There you are,” he spoke loud enough to catch Rabastan’s attention as he fondled his wife’s ass. Rodolphus’ own had was on Dorcas’ ass as he ushered her towards his brother and the woman who despised his date. “Tell me now which surfaces you two have spoiled so that I can avoid them.” He chuckled and gave his brother a knowing pump of his eyebrow. Had Rodolphus been insane enough to abstain from sex for his fiancée, he would have christened every sodding room in the place given the chance. He expected much of the same from Rabastan, and Lilith, being a good little wife, would have to oblige her husband’s desires.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 5, 2019 0:03:30 GMT
"Well. And. Truly!!" She exclaimed as though it was fact. Well it was. She'd well and truly like to get into those panties and have a little fun with the newest Lestrange. She was well and truly capable of wooing a woman, although she wasn't sure that Lilith would be up for anything fun, she seemed like a serious broom in the mud and Rodolphus had commented a time or twenty about how his brother wasn't getting any, and that was usually accompanied by a hearty laugh at his brother's expense. Rabastan not getting any seemed absurd. He was attractive, more so than his brother, so why would he not be out there, getting laid to his hearts content? Loyalty to a single sexual partner still seemed absurd to Dorcas. Possibly why she'd never actually had a relationship, she wasn't the sort to cheat she didn't think, but she couldn't be tied down to one person, it wasn't in her nature. When she saw a pretty face she wanted to sleep with the pretty face. She didn't always for whatever reasons, but the urges were there and she couldn't ignore every urge she had, she'd end up a frigid bitch. Much like Mrs Lestrange. "That can be your Christmas day fantasy: me trailing kisses down over her body and spreading her legs." She smirked, "Well now I'm just making myself horny."
Dorcas didn't really have any idea what was to come next. She'd never really talked much to Tersha about these things and anything Tersha had to say about them usually made them sound kind of boring and uneventful. She threw in a few details here and there about some people drinking more than they could handle and ending up embarrassing themselves but there really weren't enough of those stories and never enough about people Dorcas was pleased to hear embarrassed. "What, you don't think I could pass as a virgin?" Bloody hell, that card had gone long, long ago and while Trist had been a lovely first time, things had still been awkward and she'd been totally unsure of what to do. He'd taken the lead and been gentle with her. Merlin how things had changed since then. "Well I suppose I'd be up for a fight. If I'm not getting laid may as well try and fight my way out of a sacrificial thing." Both fine options for a young lady. Not that she was exactly young. She was still in her 20's, so she could count that as young still.
Dorcas was moved about by the arse, something she was accustomed to when she was with Rodolphus although not while under the gaze of a hundred judgemental eyes. Yeah, she was likely to win award for least popular tonight, but did she really care? Nope, but if people were willing to stare then she was willing to put on a show after a few more drinks. Just as she was contemplating what she could get up to, she was forced before two people she had little interest in socialising with just yet. She wasn't at that level of drunkenness where she'd just blurt out whatever was on her mind which made interactions with stuffy bitches like the hot blonde in front of her, way more interesting. "Bastan," She greeted with a sly smile before she turned to look at Lilith, clearly checking her out, "Blondie." She gave a little suggestive quirk of her brow at the blonde, keen to see how drunk Bastan 'n' Blondie were. Rabastan certainly seemed as far gone as Rodolphus, possibly more so, but Lilith seemed irritatingly with it. How the hell had Rabastan married the most frigid bitch in all of the United Kingdom?!
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