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Lucius knew that he shouldn’t feel awkward for wishing to look at Allie but he still didn’t know how she would feel about his attentions and so he was nervous. It was an uncomfortable and unfamiliar feeling for the young heir who had no memory of ever feeling that his advances would be unwelcome. He tended to assume that he would be welcomed wherever he went.
Alessandra was, and always had been, different.
All the same, he hadn’t missed her dress or the way it clung and draped in all of the right places.
He stepped to her side and looked out to the cityscape. It felt safer than looking directly at her.
“What is the best you have heard?” he asked, and wondered if it had been about him. He wouldn’t have put it past some of his associates to spread rumours about him, or to undermine him in front of a friend.
“You are,” he said with a smile. He could hear shuffling inside and knew that it was approaching midnight. They would be preparing for the fireworks display set to go off in the atrium - something that was to eclipse the muggle display set for outisde. “And selfish as it may be, there is no one else I should prefer to endure this evening with.”
Though they were at a party where formal attire was more often encouraged, Alessandra had left her hair down. She had always liked how it fell over her shoulders, how it caught the light, and she privately thought it looked perfect against the deep red of her dress. Now she pushed her hair behind one ear as she listened to Lucius, her gaze focused on him – on the cut of his jawline, on the carefully tailored clothing – before she followed it back out to the city below.
Allie allowed herself a laugh. “Nothing too shocking. One of the older men,” she began, her voice amused. “I believe he is a Delacour. He was telling me about his escapades when he was younger; apparently, he was quite good on a broom. And pointed out people I should avoid for fear of boredom. Asked me if I was certain I had no Veela heritage, though I think he meant it as a compliment.” She shook her head. “Entertaining, at any rate.”
“There was a young woman who I believe hoped to catch your eye. Did you notice her?” She wanted him to say no.
Her smile grew and Alessandra took another sip of her champagne. At Lucius’ comment, she ducked her head and after surreptitiously glancing behind them to see if they were being watched – they weren’t – she moved a bit closer and leaned her head on his arm. “But is it enduring it if we are together?” she asked him softly. “If it is, I believe I would endure nearly anything.”












