victoryaxley:
Truly, Victor was not at all fazed by the events of the night before. He hadn’t happened to see anything first hand. He’d never been in any danger because he’d gotten himself out of the area where the action was happening. Perhaps if he was a better twin, he would have located Eleanor sooner. However, she had proven herself able to take care of herself, as he had assumed she would. “Could have been worse,” he mused, taking a sip of his coffee. “Neither of us were hurt. Have you heard from any of our friends?” he inquired.
Of course there were a few people he genuinely cared about at the ball. He did wonder how they were doing and had checked in to the best of his ability via owl. He wasn’t a monster. Still, at the end of the day, everyone had to protect themselves. If one was a weak spellcaster, one should know that about oneself and respond accordingly. If he had actually attempted any fighting, who knew how that would have turned out. Wrinkling his nose, he added, “I’m sure we’ll have to make appearances at St. Mungo’s until some of our friends recover.” He was not looking forward to that aspect of things, but he was occasionally capable of putting his own wishes aside.
Mostly, he was simply grateful that he hadn’t ended up asking Amycus to the ball. It has crossed his mind, but that would have been an extremely disastrous way to end a first date. Not to mention a very public appearance for the two of them. If he did manage to date Amycus, part of him would want to keep the other all to himself for a while. Of course, another part wanted to show him off. Personally, Victor couldn’t care less about the Carrows’ financial status. He would have to plan and scheme to make anything work out, realistically, but he was willing to do it because Amycus was special. Perfect. He forced himself to focus before his sister caught his mind wandering, glancing over at her and taking another sip.
“A few,” she answered, with a small nod. “Most seem to have avoided being hurt too badly.” Most of the people she truly cared about had faired okay on the previous night, the other just sporting healable injuries. Whether that was because the people she cared about were all fantastic fighters and had managed to protect themselves, or they were just pretty cowardly and hid as she had, she didn’t really care. What matter to her was that they were all safe, especially after she heard someone had been murdered in the middle of the dance floor. That could have happened to anyone, which was the only bit of the night that sort of frightened her. She didn’t know whether the woman who was killed had been a target, or just a victim of circumstance. As awful as it probably was, she really hoped she had been a target.
Eleanor took a sip of her coffee as her brother replied, nodding slightly as he spoke about St. Mungo’s. “Probably,” she agreed. “From what I’ve heard nearly every bed is taken up in the place so it will take forever to get around to everyone,” she complained lightly. Going to a hospital when she was totally fine wasn’t exactly her idea of a good way to spend her free time but somethings had to be done despite her complaints.
“Okay so other than all the fighting drama how did your night go? Previous to all the masked figures and trauma?” she asked, a quick grin flitting across her lips. She loved a good party, and she loved talking about a good party just as much. Part of her still thought it had been slightly ruined by the wide range of guests, compared to the traditional pureblood only event every year, but she was trying to put that aside and focus on the good bits. “I know it was packed but I barely even got a glance at you all night, what were you up to? Do anything fun?” she asked.
