beatrice-lestrange:
Obligatory Family Invitation
Beatrice had come prepared in relatively plain clothes—a simple black dress with a rather large diamond necklace that would have forced her torso to sink had it not been charmed. She was not in need of a stylist, though what she wore looked typical of what she wore every day anyway, only with larger jewels. Rather, she was at her cousin’s apartment to attend the ball with her, though she had a feeling this was more out of obligation than kindness.
And of course Beatrice has to accept. It was rarely that she got to visit another country’s school, though she heralded both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to be of higher merit. Her father had to leave the country to seek potions knowledge that Hogwarts hadn’t taught.
If the intention had been to get ready at Aloma’s, then Beatrice didn’t get the message. Her hair was done up and her jewels set as soon as she arrived, and she sat in the dining room chair, staring at the dog, who stared back. She made no effort to make herself comfortable, nor did she try and convince herself this was going to be a good time. Her encounters with people here hadn’t exactly made her feel welcome.
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Aloma poked her head out of her room, an apologetic smile on her face. “Sorry, I must have lost track of the time. I’m almost ready Beatrice...” She was glad her cousin had accepted her invitation to come with her to Hogwarts on such short notice, though that was mostly her own fault for having debated on it for so long. Still, she had made a point to try and reconnect with her older cousin despite how different there worlds had been growing up.
“I’m happy you decided to come with me, by the way. Mum, dad, and my brothers will be there and I know they’ll be excited to see you.” Aloma raised her voice a bit so she could be heard from the other room, thinking for a moment before adding. “And if Ronan’s giving you any trouble just tell him to go lay down, he’ll listen even if he grumps a bit.” She’d noticed them just staring at each other when she’d poked her head out, though at the sound of his name he’d turned his big head around towards her room and started wagging his tail lazily. “He’s a good dog and for the most part understands personal space, but he’s also a big baby that acts like he’s never been loved a day in his life.” She finished her hair a moment or two later, stepping out into the living room.
“Alright, ready to go if you are...”












