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Post by Daphne Greengrass on Nov 22, 2009 19:28:23 GMT
*Nods to Astoria somewhat sadly*
You're probably right.
*Smiles when Draco speaks to her and nods, remaining politely silent to avoid interrupting his conversation with Mrs. Malfoy*
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Post by Severus Snape on Nov 22, 2009 21:48:52 GMT
*Continues moving slowly toward Sylvan, his lips twitching into something of a smile as she gestures to him.*
Good Evening, Miss Thalis. I do hope that you are enjoying yourself?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 22, 2009 22:09:43 GMT
*Sylvan smiles and nods her head, taking a sip of her wine.*
Mm...I am indeed, perhaps a bit too much? I should not drink so freely I think. And yourself, Headmaster Snape? You seem to be enjoying yourself, though I should think that you would be more at home surrounded with books and bubbling cauldrons.
*Teasing him maybe a little bit as she pats his forearm softly as if to excuse herself for the tease.*
Don't you think that Lucius' gracious wife has done an incredible job of the decor?
*Right, so maybe some small talk was inane. Still, of all the wizards, Severus probably knew her best. While her courtly mask was warm and friendly, there was a nervousness as well. Of course, Severus would know why. Not even they were privvy to when the next step was coming.*
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Post by Arthur Weasley on Nov 22, 2009 22:26:19 GMT
*Arthur arrives at the front door of Malfoy Manor, too late to be fashionable. He fiddles with his robes as he stares at the large door before him, wondering who in Merlin's name convinced him to accept the ruddy git's invitation in the first place.*
He hasn't changed at all, except a few Galleons over to the Ministry.
*Exhales, glancing around the massive front lawn before lifting his hand. After a second of indecision, he knocks on the door with terrible reluctance.*
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Post by Severus Snape on Nov 23, 2009 14:30:40 GMT
*Sylvan smiles and nods her head, taking a sip of her wine.* Mm...I am indeed, perhaps a bit too much? I should not drink so freely I think. And yourself, Headmaster Snape? You seem to be enjoying yourself, though I should think that you would be more at home surrounded with books and bubbling cauldrons. *Teasing him maybe a little bit as she pats his forearm softly as if to excuse herself for the tease.* Don't you think that Lucius' gracious wife has done an incredible job of the decor? *Right, so maybe some small talk was inane. Still, of all the wizards, Severus probably knew her best. While her courtly mask was warm and friendly, there was a nervousness as well. Of course, Severus would know why. Not even they were privvy to when the next step was coming.* *Severus nods slightly, even with the little amount of time they've spent together, Sylvan seems to know Severus rather well.* You are correct. High society social events are events I'd rather not be involved in. *Pats her hand on his forearm lightly. The sight of her gussied up, and enjoying herself is an uncomfortable change for Severus. He's grown quite used to the sight of this quiet witch curled up on his sitting room floor with a book in her lap.* I'm surprised at how well you blend in with this scene. *Glances around the decorated manor, not really taking any notice of all the trouble Narcissa has gone through.* Indeed, she's done a most wonderful job. Excellent taste I should think. *His thumb strokes the back of her hand softly, taking notice of the slight case of nerves she seems to be struggling with. The tension in the manor this evening is most thick, anyone within miles of the party should be able to pick up on the feelings.* *Severus lowers his arm, leaving Sylvan's hand behind, linking his fingers behind his back. Ever so slightly he leans closer, lowering his voice.* I trust that you are ready?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 23, 2009 21:44:50 GMT
*Sylvan chuckles softly at his hand patting over hers and she smiles that sweet smile.*
My dear Headmaster Snape, this is my element. In Greece such events are common place, especially amongst my family's social circle. This is similar to the courts I'm oft found referring to.
*A brow raises as she feels the stroke of his thumb across the back of her hand. She'd not expect such a gesture from him, though she doesn't pull away. Once his arm drops, she's left with a phantom touch on her hand she unconsciously rubs at softly.*
*His question brings up a hint of a grin as she leans in and whispers.*
Such a lack of faith, Severus. Of everyone here I would think you know me better than to assume I've not prepared myself for this.
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Post by Grimley the House elf on Nov 23, 2009 21:55:10 GMT
*Arthur arrives at the front door of Malfoy Manor, too late to be fashionable. He fiddles with his robes as he stares at the large door before him, wondering who in Merlin's name convinced him to accept the ruddy git's invitation in the first place.* He hasn't changed at all, except a few Galleons over to the Ministry. *Exhales, glancing around the massive front lawn before lifting his hand. After a second of indecision, he knocks on the door with terrible reluctance.* **comes jiggling up behind him, having heard the door from the gardens where he was frantically serving and obeying orders** **stops and sniffs the air about a metre behind the man before speaking** Errr excuse me Mr... Mr Man, if you are here on party... ball business for Master, then follow me!! **nods and waddles back from where he came from**
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Post by Arthur Weasley on Nov 23, 2009 22:17:44 GMT
*Is nervously pulling at his robes once more, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He waits for either the door to open or Lucius Malfoy to slither up behind him and attack. At the sudden voice behind him, Arthur spins around, pulls out his wand and aims at the little elf before blinking.*
Oh. Oh... Oh! I'm terribly sorry, sir, you just frightened-
*Is interrupted as the elf says something about the party and business. He watches him waddle away, and follows him curiously.*
I'm- I'm Arthur Weasley-
*Speaks as he pockets his wand*
-good to meet you?
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Post by Severus Snape on Nov 23, 2009 23:25:35 GMT
*Sylvan chuckles softly at his hand patting over hers and she smiles that sweet smile.* My dear Headmaster Snape, this is my element. In Greece such events are common place, especially amongst my family's social circle. This is similar to the courts I'm oft found referring to. *A brow raises as she feels the stroke of his thumb across the back of her hand. She'd not expect such a gesture from him, though she doesn't pull away. Once his arm drops, she's left with a phantom touch on her hand she unconsciously rubs at softly.* *His question brings up a hint of a grin as she leans in and whispers.* Such a lack of faith, Severus. Of everyone here I would think you know me better than to assume I've not prepared myself for this. *Feels a wave of satisfaction wash over him. Of all that are here he knows she is the one he doesn't have to worry about. She always is ready for anything.* I'm pleased to hear it, Sylvan.*Backs away from her quickly so as not to draw any attention to their little exchange. Lucius is bound to notice, and begin to meddle if Severus lingers at her side for too long. But then again the temptation to remain at her side is very overwhelming. He's quite comfortable around the witch.* I expect any moment now.
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Nov 23, 2009 23:40:33 GMT
*She turns her head to look after him over her shoulder, watching his retreat. Nodding her head once before turning to face forward once more. Her mind working quickly as she looks around once more. Troubling thoughts pressed to the back of her mind to be contemplated later on when it was more convenient and she was able to reflect in peace.*
*Pale eyes cut to a figure, a latecomer to the ball. She recognizes him as well and turns her head to look to Severus. She turns and smiles to him, walking past and whispering as she does so.*
He's missed Lucius' speech. We need to make sure Mr. Weasley is informed of the nature of this party.
*Holding up her glass as she looks to him with meaning before passing by in a whisper of silk skirts. She, instead...makes her way towards Narcissa and Draco and the girls. Bowing regally and fully.*
Mrs. Malfoy, I've not had the pleasure to tell you how wondrous your home is. Indeed...the courts in Greece pale to such a keen eye for detail. And young Draco Malfoy...how wonderful to finally meet you. Your father speaks very highly of you. Please, allow me to introduce myself.
I am Sylvan Thails, recently arrived to England from Greece. It is my honor to be invited to such an eloquent ball.
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Nov 24, 2009 16:32:31 GMT
Annalessa knew she would be late to the ball, always believing in being fashionably late. Aside from that fact she knew the Malfoy's were extremly important people. Not only because they were rich and well respected Purebloods...but they were also in good favor of the Dark Lord. Impressing them, would only help her status, so she took great care to dress in her appearence. There was really only two reasons Annalessa had made it a priority to attend the event. One being she had nothing better to do; the last being most important....Harry Potter. Her encounter with him in Hogsmeade had not been forgotten, nor her recently gained information. This information in particular wasn't exactly big, yet something the Dark Lord should be aware of. Fortunately, Mr and Mrs. Bordon were unable to come. They went on some type of buisiness trip. Honestly, Annalessa hadn't bothered to ask. She hated going anywhere with her parents. And they weren't needed for her plan to be set in place. *Stepping inside the large gates, Annalessa took a moment to admire the Property of the Malfoy's * Beautiful could barely do it justice on an ordinary day. Now, with all the decorations and what not..stunning. Captivateing. Yes those words fit the description quite well. *Allowing a rare smile to come to her pale face, Annalessa walked further along, until just at the door. She raised a delicate hand, and knocked twice.* - Her dress- www.chinatowner.com/images/products/31890/31890_largeF.jpg- Shoes- b-persnickety.typepad.com/.a/6a00e553492eaf8833010535c53a09970c-450wiHairstyle: pulled back into an elegant bun.
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Nov 25, 2009 20:18:17 GMT
*grimaces slightly as his broom suddenly becomes under the control of Lucius' wand* *jumps off his broom shortly after and puts on his most polite smile* Sorry Mr Malfoy, won't happen again. *turns on his heel and catches up with Draco, his eyes turning cool again* Oi Malfoy, what's so important about tonight then? *passes the girls and winks* Evening ladies. *pours out two firewhiskeys as he speaks* Oh just something about proving himself to his minions at the Ministry. Pointless really, I think. He's practically in full power, doesn't need to prove anything. *shrugs his shoulders and turns to Zabini, passing him his glass* Suppose another of those 'put on fake smile to all of father's colleagues' nights and act like the perfect, prodigal son that I am. *eyes fall on the girls as they greet him, firstly Bulstrode, then Parkinson, then Astoria, then back to Parkinson as she stays back and keeps quiet - immediately noting that was rather unlike her* *nods at Daphne, the elder Greengrass, with a rather unconvincing smile* Ditto. *cringes as his mother fusses over him in front of him* Yes, but luckily this is only my traveling cloak mother, so it's OK. *unclasps the understated tightly-wrapped silver snake brooch pin in the centre of his chest and slips off his cloak to reveal his eveningwear - a tailor-fitted black shirt with a black tie and tailored black trousers with a black dragon-hide belt* *passes his cloak to his mother* See? *Takes robe from son holding it out so the dust dose not touch her gown.* Things boys gets up too! Where's the House Elf!? *Holds the robe out in front of her and looks for the house elf*
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Post by Grimley the House elf on Nov 27, 2009 21:09:01 GMT
*Is nervously pulling at his robes once more, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He waits for either the door to open or Lucius Malfoy to slither up behind him and attack. At the sudden voice behind him, Arthur spins around, pulls out his wand and aims at the little elf before blinking.* Oh. Oh... Oh! I'm terribly sorry, sir, you just frightened- *Is interrupted as the elf says something about the party and business. He watches him waddle away, and follows him curiously.* I'm- I'm Arthur Weasley- *Speaks as he pockets his wand* -good to meet you? A pleasure sirs! Can Grimley get you a drink?
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Post by Arthur Weasley on Nov 27, 2009 21:49:10 GMT
*Snorts at the question, looking around the yard. The lights and the decorations pinch and pull at his nerves- this is Lucius bloody Malfoy's house...*
And only a dolt would take a drink from him.
*Grins down at the little elf, shaking his head*
Not yet, but thank you Grimley.
*Eyes search through the others gathered and finally rest on Kingsley and Remus. Smiling and glad to see his friends, Arthur makes his way over to the bench the two are sitting on while dodging one or two stressed elves with serving trays.*
*Claps his hands together silently*
Hullo Kingsley-
*Turns to Lupin*
Remus-
*Nods and lowers his voice*
How's it been so far, eh?
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Post by Baron Papanoida on Nov 28, 2009 15:23:34 GMT
*Noticing the gathering of Ministry gents, he grabs another handful of tidbits and makes his way over to them.*
Hullo, Lupin, Shacklebolt, Weasley.
This is all right isn't it?
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