Fool and King | Open
Arden was exhausted; much too tired to attend a party she would never considering going to otherwise. The girl wasnât much of a peopleâs person, for she didnât care about first impressions, or making friends as a whole. If somebody treated her nicely, Arden often was skeptical of their true intent. They were just going to let her down anyway. Yet, still, the girl found herself checking her appearance in the mirror; her long, flowing black dress and mask to match, with added golden accents. In her mind, it wouldnât matter if she made acquaintances or even good friends at this party, for they couldnât find her afterwards to carry on their conversation.Â
Venturing to the ministry seemed to be an easy task, though Arden wasnât very font of high heels. Floating into this party, the girl smiled softly, as warm as she could to the passersby. She quickly strutted over to the drinks, before pouring and gingerly sipping it and a golden decorated table, alone again. Not that Arden cared, though. Sometimes it was a delight to be alone. But tonight, Arden thought it would be different. She even hoped it would.
He found some fruity beverage, he supposed it was punch but he wasn't too certain. He didn't even know if it had alcohol. He served himself and thought of how muggle high school dance it was. They were also serving more adult drinks, but he knew he didn't want to try them. Most of them had alcohol and he didn't want to make a fool out of himself in front of all his colleagues. He took a sip and yes, it was punch. He couldn't identify what it was made of but he couldn't taste any alcohol in it. He took a longer sip while looking around. It was then that a girl approached the table and served herself. He decided he would talk to her. She seemed to be alone, just like him. They could keep each other company.
"Is it any good?" he asked in reference to what she was drinking, not knowing how else to open a conversation. He was not socially inept, but starting a conversation with some random woman he didn't know wasn't an easy task. It would have been different had he been able to see her face and know who she was. It was also going to be difficult to gauge if she wanted to talk to him or if she wanted him gone with that mask in the way. He supposed everyone was feeling the same way, though, so that was somewhat comforting.
