claire de lune

Evangeline Esme Selwyn. Twenty Eight Years Old.  Level Six Witch. Unspeakable at the Ministry of Magic.  Civillian ID : 9228003. "Where's the fire, what's the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out" 

[evangelineselwyn]

wickedbellax·:

Ever since she had heard of people slowly being released from St. Mungo’s, Bella had been watching every individual like a hawk. Waiting to see how they would react after the whole fighting fiasco at the ball, whether they were all for it or if they were now terrified of the world. The easiest thing to spot now though was people who were questioning their family and friends after the reveal of both the Order and the Death Eaters, something she wasn’t sure would ever have come to light until later on. But she would take it day by day, listening for anyone that seemed to agree with the cause before welcoming them into the fold. Evangeline was someone she still couldn’t pick up on anything from, she seemed to understand that everyone was being watched from every angle and had decided to hide behind a mask.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like it,” Bella commented, knowing full well that if she didn’t reign it in then she’d have people questioning her about why she wasn’t as downcast after everything. But she didn’t care much, people already knew where her values landed on equality and blood purity, it was only a matter of time before people made the connection anyway. “It was quite a boring evening up until the end, something about dealing with parents and the constant questions about when there’s going to be a marriage just sets such a dull tone.”

Her hands paused over her notebook, pushing it to one side as she raised her drink back up to her lips. Taking in the attitude of everyone else in the bar, it was somewhat nonchalant. No doubt, it made it more evident the political alignment, or lack thereof, of a lot of people who drank in the Grave Affair.  It hadn’t been a shocking revelation to Evangeline, the news of the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix. What more shocked Eva was the discovery of Claudette’s face below the mask. The Claudette Delacour that Eva knew would not partake in such activities. It was an advantage that not many would know of Evangeline’s devotion to Claudette. Her family had done their best to keep that information under wraps. Perhaps, she could use this conversation to her advantage. It was a slim chance, but the possibility was there.

“I suppose, it may take a few days or weeks to sink in. That these two factions exist.” Evangeline shrugged, her glance returning back to the woman sitting in front of her. “It was obvious to the likes of us that there was a divide for decades..” A pause. “but I think for some people it’s only just reared its head.” At Bellatrix’s next statement, Eva tried her best to suppress a scoff. Was a dull evening really worse that what occurred. “Quite a shock. Claudette Delacour, she doesn’t seem the type?”  @wickedbellax· 

[kingcrabbe]

where: rosa lee teabag — outside terrace with: open

Remembering that he was supposed to be worried about his colleagues and upset about the state of the wizarding world was quite the challenge when the weather was so lovely. But the copy of the Daily Prophet Cornelius held in his hands, full of dramatic lies and mistaken suspicions did help to sober him up and keep him in character. Although it was also mortifyingly boring, which was why he kept looking up distractedly… and making eye contact with people he did not necessarily have time for. But Cornelius was many things; handsome, surely, and excellent company a close second. He should have known that enjoying an anonymous and uninterrupted morning tea in Diagon Alley was out of the cards for him. “Top of the morning to you!” he said with a grin at the newcomer who had accidentally caught his gaze.  

[evangelineselwyn]

Evangeline hadn’t been particularly chipper the past few weeks. Going into work felt like a chore, when there were more important things to be sorted. It seemed odd, things going on as normal considering the state of their society. Evangeline couldn’t be bothered with it all, perhaps that was why she used an excuse to get a few days off. Unable to stomach the hustle and bustle of the ministry. Hopeful that a few days could provide even the slightest piece of relaxation for her.  Ordering a cup of hibiscus tea, Eva headed out onto the terrace, thankful for the fresh air that washed over her.  Eva was not as thankful for the company, a small quiet sigh falling from her lips as she heard Cornelius Crabbe greet her. “Morning,” she hummed in response, “quite a lovely morning isn’t it?” 

[evangelineselwyn]

alastxrmoody·:

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Alastor gave a small smile, remembering the other to be Evangeline Selwyn. They had briefly met at the ball but Alastor was one to always remember faces. At the description of the coffee he grimaced, “No thank you. I feel queazy enough as it is.” he attempted a chuckle but he was fooling nobody with how fake it had been. “Thanks for the help again, soon enough I should be on my feet –” he trailed off, noticing that the statement no longer applied to him, a tinge of pain in his stomach as the realisation of never being the same again loomed over him. “Well, foot, in no time.” A blanket covered his lower half as he sat in the wheelchair. 

“So what are you doing here if I may ask?” he noted her seating position and the takeaway coffee cup that was already on the table and yet she was here, buying a second. “Is there someone here that you’re waiting to hear about?” || @evangelineselwyn·

Her polite smile faltered at the false laugh from Alastor. It was understandable, Eva doubted anybody felt light-hearted enough to jest, especially not somebody in the same position as Alastor.  Nodding, she lifted her own coffee off the counter before glancing back at Alastor. She had heard her family mention Alastor Moody before, perhaps not in the grandest of favours. Her parents had always been wolves in sheep’s clothing, acting regal and refined to the public but bearing their venom in the privacy of Selwyn Manor. “I don’t doubt that for a minute.” Eva agreed, genuine. 

“Uh-” Evangeline paused, unsure of what answer to give. Not many knew of her relationship with Claudette Delacour, not many would understand that Evangeline was in the St Mungo’s cafeteria, clinging to the hope of overhearing small bits of confidential auror information. “Claudette Delacour.” She stated, figuring it was better to be honest than look like a bumbling fool. “We are-” Stopping herself, careful of her word choice. “We were close..” @alastxrmoody· 

[evangelineselwyn]

wickedbellax·:

TW: Mention of Amelia’s Death

If she was being honest, Bella wasn’t much affected by Amelia Bones’ death. They had been butting heads on things for years now and she honestly thought that time would only tell before someone got caught in the crossfire of the war. It helped her to know that the only person to know the truth ahout Booker’s accident was gone though, settled any anxiety she felt about having to cover their footsteps even more. Though she did find herself still reveling in her own success after the ball, the brunette found herself stopping into the Grave Affair for a couple drinks. It didn’t feel the same without Christiano around but she kenw he needed to heal more than anything, so when her eyes scanned the crowd she couldn’t help but make her way over to Evangeline when she spotted her.

Eyebrows rose in surprise at the abrupt greeting though she didn’t find a need to leave the woman alone just yet, “Someone’s in a mood.” Bella spoke, sliding her glass onto the table to a spot in front of her as she took a seat. “Can’t just stop by and check in on a new acquaintance after that fiasco at the ball?” Of course they weren’t exactly friends here but Bella thought it would be fun to pick Eva’s brain again, especially when both sides of this war made themselves heavily known now.

Evangeline needed to contain her anger over the current situation, the last thing that she needed was her affection towards Claudette Delacour falling into the wrong hands. Her family was already suspicious enough over the situation, knowing that Claudette was in London. Perhaps knowing what Claudette had been arrested over, would bring a glimmer of approval towards their relationship. Evangeline doubted it though, the Delacours, whilst esteemed, were not the type of family that the Selwyns had in sight for their daughters’s betrothals. A family that was rumoured to hold Salazar Slytherin’s locket in their possession seemed to be holding out for a family to match such an honour. Holding out for a betrothal that would make their daughter as unhappy as possible. 

 Evangeline closed the notebook that remained in front of her.  “I doubt anybody has been particularly cheery as of late.” Perhaps it was wrong for Eva to assume that Bellatrix had an ulterior motive but she didn’t know enough about the woman to prove otherwise. Allowing herself to relax slightly, it was better to seem nonchalant than tense. Eva leaned back in her booth. “It was quite the evening, I suppose you found it rather eventful?” 

[evangelineselwyn]

who : @claudettedelacour

where : the ministry’s cells (undisclosed location) 

Eva’s hand shook as she held a punchcard and ministry identification in her hand. Her visit disguised under the pretence of being sent for work, rather than concern. The Selwyn name did come in handy sometimes. For once in her life, her quiet demeanour had paid off. She had managed to sneak in with a group of ministry officials. Looking like a typical auror coming in for questioning. She managed to work her way around, glancing into each holding cell for a glimpse of the familiar blonde locks of Claudette Delacour. A woman that she knew did not deserve to be confined behind these walls. Had anyone even came to visit her yet? Or was Eva the first? Evangeline couldn’t imagine the Delacour’s to be very happy right now. But Evangeline had faith, the woman she loves wouldn’t have done this. Claudette Delacour had to be innocent. 

Even if she wasn’t, Eva would support her after time. Evangeline had been surrounded by people plagued with evil all her life. She would envelope Claudette's darkness with open arms if it meant getting to bask in more moments of her light. Her hands stopping on the entry to the divided cell as she caught glimpse of Claude, alone. Such a saddening sight that Eva felt tears well into her eyes.  “Pull yourself together.” Eva murmured to herself, a shaky breath that frosted up the glass of the doorway.  Stepping into the room as a guard instructed Eva of how long she had with Claudette. A scowl on her face. How dare they? Who were they to tell Evangeline how much time she had with Claudette? It seemed that there was always somebody putting time on their encounters. Evangeline was sick of the clock, the limitations of their time. Now made even worse by Claudette’s incarceration. However, as Evangeline found herself in the room. Her scowl dropped, replaced with soft features of love and adoration as she encountered Claudette, tired and haggard in prisoner’s clothing. 

“Claude....” A nickname that hadn’t fell from her lips since their evening’s in Paris. “We...don’t have much time..” 

[alastxrmoody-deactivated2025012]

OPEN STARTER

where: St Mungo’s cafeteria  when: the week after the solstice

Alastor cursed as he made his way through the large dinning hall in his wheelchair. His arms worked hard to push himself forward. He wished he knew a spell that would cause the chair to move by itself, perhaps he’d asked someone once he got back to the office. He peered through the glass display that housed multiple pies and an assortment of treats. He then cursed again as the automated service counter was too high for him to look over. Why was St Mungo’s so inaccessible? He looked over to the only other person in the room and called out to them. “Excuse me. Could you uh –” instantly feeling a little awkward, his pride faltering as he needed to ask someone to do a task he should have been able to do independently. “Could you perhaps buy me a pumpkin pastry? Here are the sickles, I just can’t reach the counter.” 

[evangelineselwyn]

Evangeline didn’t quite know why she was spending so much time at St Mungos. Eva, herself had managed to escape with nothing more than a few scratches. Edrick had been quick to scuffle her away before everything got messy.  But still, she had been at St Mungo’s cafeteria for the past few days. Tucked away in the corner, scribbling away in her notebook. Longing to overhear discussions between aurors about what was happening to Claudette.  Eva and Claudette had been out in the garden earlier in the evening of the Summer Solstice and there was no indication from Claude’s demeanour that she had something planned later in the evening. She couldn’t quite put it together. Hearing the familiar voice of Alastor Moody, another person Eva had been introduced to at the ball, call to her from across the cafeteria.  Evangeline nodded, rising from her seat and making her way over to the older man. “Not a problem.” Sliding his sickles and a few of her own across the automated service counter. Eva had been putting off getting a new coffee anyway. 

“Just a pumpkin pasty? I’m getting a coffee if you want one? Although I must warn you. The coffee isn’t anything like the ministry's. But if you don’t mind it tasting like tar, it’s quite.. tolerable?” 

[evangelineselwyn]

who : @wickedbellax​

where : the grave affair

tw : mentions of death

Distractedly, Evangeline stirred her drink with her straw.  Her attention focused everywhere apart from her current surroundings. It had been a few days since the Summer Solstice Ball, a few days since her good friend Amelia Bones was killed. Supposedly by Claudette Delacour, her ex-fiancee. Nothing about the situation seemed right. And she was wracking her brain to find out what could have happened. Evangeline knew Claudette. Perhaps not as well as they had known each other before their split, but well enough to know that Claudette Delacour was a good person. A seeming bright light in Evangeline’s brutal past. Eva Selwyn didn’t know much about the entire situation, but she was certain that Claudette Delacour would not kill someone. 

Pulled from her thoughts by a woman sitting opposite her, Eva’s eyes rose from her drink. Bellatrix Black, a woman she had encountered a few weeks back in the Leaky Cauldron, ranting and raving about the benefits of the Death Eater cause. Not exactly the rhetoric that Evangeline wanted to hear. “If you are here to ramble on about propaganda, I’d advise you to go to a different table.” 

[evangelineselwyn]

claudettedelacour·:

“No, I don’t think so either,” she agreed, a soft smile on her lips as she looked at Eva. Personally, she would like if Eva and Alexander never crossed paths, happy to keep all aspects of her life separate from one another. Even more so if things were starting to be good between her and Evangeline again; she would let Alexander or anyone else disturb their lives again. She shook her head as Eva explained her lack of date, already in disagreement. “I can’t imagine that, one look at you and any man in the room would want you.” Or woman, but she thought it best to not say that out loud. 

“I was just going to step outside for a minute and get some air, want to come?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes as she asked. This room was too crowded, too full of people she didn’t care about who would just pull her attention from Eva.

Evangeline doubted if any night was going to be appropriate for a formal introduction between herself and Claudette’s new fiance. Even the thought of seeing the two beside each other consumed Eva with jealousy. Claudette and Eva were making their way back to a good place, they certainly didn’t need Alexander intruding on it. Although, she was sure their family’s would disagree. The only things both the Delacour’s and Selwyn’s seemed to have in common was their overbearing ways and their determination to make sure their children were in unhappy marriages. A blush spreading over her cheeks at Claudette’s comment, her eyes flickering to meet her ex-fiance’s. “Shame that I already have my sights set somewhere else.” 

A twinkle in her eye that matched Claude’s, Evangeline smiled. Glancing around the room to ensure that Edrick was nowhere nearby. He always seemed to be lurking at these events. “Do you even have to ask?” She breathed a laugh, adjusting her dress. Beginning to walk towards the exit. “I’ve been waiting all night to get out.” @claudettedelacour· 

[evangelineselwyn]

badgepuff·:

That remark had earned a genuine smile. Light-hearted and full of amusement. Just what he needed in that moment, whether she knew it or not. Ted wasn’t all too familiar with how things worked in Pureblood households when it came to separation. He always thought it would be frowned upon, much like someone of his background marrying into a sacred family. It would be shameful. “Now tha’ is somethin’ I can drink t’.” He told her with a raise of his glass, the last few drops settled at the bottom of it. He downed the remainder, giving the woman a smile as he lowered his glass. “I think my mum would ‘ave a righ’ ball wi’ this lot if she were ‘ere. Jus’ in a much less… archaic sense, I suppose. But she’s eager all th’ same. Guess it’s in all parents t’ want their young ‘ens married an’ expectin’.”

Pleased when her comment earned a smile, her grin widened. She was relieved that he seemed to be on a similar wave-length. It would have been awkward if her comment was met with his disgust or disapproval which was always a risk. There were so many new faces propping up within the Sacred Twenty Eight that it was almost impossible for Eva to stay on track. Not that Eva overly cared about making those sorts of connections but she was aware of how important it was to her parents. Raising her half-empty champagne flute off the table, an amused glint in her eye. “A toast, to all the loveless marriages and hidden affairs. All the romantics are turning in their grave.” How ironic it all was. That the exact pureblood society that tore her engagement apart to be hosting a ball promoting marriage. “Count yourself lucky, eager and archaic are very different.” Evangeline would know. “The Selwyn’s have a flare for the archaic.” 

[emiliaxgrey]

Where: East India House ballroom Date: June 21st, 1983 Open

This wasn’t the first ball that Emilia had attended but she didn’t think that she would ever get used to the absolute excess that surrounded her. A woman in a flowing ballgown passed by her corner and Emilia didn’t doubt that she probably spent more on her dress than Emilia’s family spent in a year on their rent. She felt slightly breathless and out of place, much like she used to feel at Hogwarts among the Purebloods of her house. She reminded herself that she needed to get over herself, that she was here for the Prophet, and she was hoping to find something that would land her on the front page of the Prophet again. She was worried of her spotlight fading since she hadn’t been able to recreate that article since it came out. But she was Emilia Grey and she was determined to do it again, no matter what it took. Perhaps Cornelius would have a bit of information, she was sure that he was here somewhere. 

Plunging herself into the crowd, notepad and muggle pen in hand (she was sure the powers that be would be rather upset but pen’s were just so much more useful than a quill for an event like this), she stopped the first person she saw. “Hi! I’m Emilia Grey with the Daily Prophet and you look stunning. Would you like to comment on the evening?”

[evangelineselwyn]

Being raised around these sorts of galas, Evangeline wasn’t shocked by the extravagance of it all. After a while, it all started to wear off. Suddenly, you weren’t shocked by the opulence of people’s spending and drinking in fact you were rather repulsed by it all.  Especially in such circumstances. Wizarding London seemed to be crumbling at the foundations. Yet, everyone was choosing to ignore it. Instead, focusing on the glitz and glamour of the gala. Glancing around, it seemed like nobody was on edge. Despite what had occurred at the previous balls. Having a massive party didn’t seem to be a smart idea on the Pura Sorores society’s behalf. But that wasn’t for Evangeline to comment. She would leave that to someone else to . Tonight, Evangeline’s main priority was making her family happy. Something that could be achieved by showing her face and being polite. 

Eva was on her way to get a drink when she was stopped by Emilia Grey. She recognised the younger girl from her article about Benjy Fenwick in the Daily Prophet. “Hello,” Her voice soft, “Thank you, you also look lovely.” A pause, “It’s been quite an interesting evening. I heard a commotion in the corner of the ballroom a little while ago but I’m unsure what happened. Other than that though I’ve had a pleasant evening..”  She stated with a polite smile. “Are you having a good evening?” 

[evangelineselwyn]

[evangelineselwyn]

badgepuff·:

It wasn’t one of the easiest situations to navigate. There was nothing at a ball this grand for the likes of him, and he wasn’t blind to it. He hadn’t known the extent of it’s severity, but there had been word going around for weeks prior that couldn’t go amiss. It became very clear the type of setting he was getting involved in, and Ted wasn’t all that thrilled. He had been keeping an eye out for acquaintances, friends. Anyone that could make the evening the slightest bit more bearable. But with every turn, he was grateful not to have found Emma. He couldn’t be sure if it was out of avoidance, embarrassment, or the deep rooted worry that she might appear on the arm of someone else.

He had slipped out of the grasp of an elderly woman, kindly making conversation with him by the bar before further adding that her granddaughter would be charmed to meet him. Thankfully, he evaded her as she disappeared into the crowd to find her. He went the opposite direction, sitting down at the first table he found with a sigh of relief and large gulp of his drink. “Nah, ‘s not tha’. It’s jus’- this… this ain’t fer me. I don’t reckon I’m made fer an occasion like this ‘en.” Ted admitted with an awkward grin. “Wha’ abou’ y’?”

Eva’s fingers fiddled with the edge of the lace table cover that cladded the table. Listening to the man’s statement with a nod, she resonated with how he felt. Evangeline didn’t recognise the younger man from any of the pureblood dinners or galas that she was forced to attend by her family. Either this was one of his first events or he wasn’t from a similar background. Either way, Eva agreed with a small smile. “It isn’t for me either...much to my family’s disappointment.” Glancing around the room before taking a sip of her drink. “Frankly, I’d like to hear about how many of these engagements actually work.” 

[evangelineselwyn]

claudettedelacour·:

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As if by magic, Claudette thought of Evangeline and she appeared next her, her name on the other woman’s tongue. Despite only a few hours having only passed, it had been a long night so far. These events always did seem to drag. From the monotonous conversations, to the slow music; everything was designed to make the night last as long as possible. This often seemed like a personal brand of torture for Claudette. Today however, was slightly different. It was different because Eva was here and time with Eva never dragged. If anything it went too fast, and even the driest of evening turned interesting. She could remember countless times the two of them had entertained themselves at boring parties, curled up together in an armchair, eyes only for each other. This wouldn’t be all that different.

“Eva,” she greeted warmly, an instant smile on her face as she turned to face Evangeline. “No, just me,” she replied lightly, not sounding even slightly upset by that fact. “What about you, are you on your own?” she asked.

Evangeline felt giddy, a certain giddiness that she hadn’t encountered since the first few months of her and Claudette’s previous relationship. As though they were both entering the honeymoon phase once more, a brief distraction from what they once were a few months back. Evangeline just had to push away the thoughts of pushy parents and arranged marriages. Alexander Tremblay was nowhere to be seen, nor Edrick. So as far as Eva was concerned, out of sight out of mind. There wasn’t no work-colleagues or friends surrounding them, no simple passerby knew their history. To everyone else surrounding, they looked like two women engaging in small talk. No one else knew how Eva’s hand longed to reach out and graze Claudette's, or how much Eva longed to go onto the dance floor. Those thoughts were hers, no match-making ball or pushy parent could change that. 

“Good, i’m relieved. I don’t think tonight is the night for a formal introduction. ” She breathed a laugh, her glance softening as Eva couldn’t help her eyes taking in the sight that was Claudette Delacour. “On my own.” Eva nodded, “it seems I’m not quite agreeable enough for any pureblood date.” @claudettedelacour· 

[evangelineselwyn]

who : @blondsblack​

where: the grande ballroom. 

Evangeline’s evening had been quiet. Her eyes couldn’t help but cast after all the beautiful outfits. Her dress was pretty, but much to her mother’s dismay, Eva never had the confidence to hold such a bejewelled gown with grace. A certain grace that took years to master, a grace that had everyone in the room falling at your heels. Someone who could create intimidation and glory with every click of a heel. Every pureblood mother aimed for their children to have such a manner, but only few got so lucky. Judging by how the room stared at the entrance of Narcissa Black, it seemed that Druella Black was one of the lucky ones. 

Even Eva’s eyes were drawn to the younger woman’s outfit. Was this the sort of person that Saffron Selwyn was so eager for her to mimic? There was a significant age group between Eva and Narcissa. Some would say it would be best for Eva to give up hope. Retire as the Selwyn’s spinster daughter who finds solace in tarot cards and crystal balls. But it wasn’t quite the time for that yet. Smiling softly as Narcissa stopped close by to Eva, the older woman leaned over. A polite smile on her face. “Your outfit looks wonderful...” She stated, glancing at the staring crowd. “I can’t say it’ll be long before you find a match.” 

[evangelineselwyn]

who : @claudettedelacour​

where : the grande ballroom. 

Evangeline wasn’t hopeful for a good night at the Pura Sorores Ball. But after her and Claudette’s evening at the Leaky Cauldron. Eva couldn’t help but wish to catch a glimpse at the blonde this evening, and if she was lucky. For them to have a conversation similar to how it was the other night, light and easy. Although nothing had ever changed, no broken engagements or missed plans. Just Evangeline and Claudette, happy together.  In her opinion, there was no match-making ball that could ever achieve what they had. Evangeline and Claudette were a match made in heaven. No meddling by the Selwyn’s or Delacour’s.

It seemed that the stars had aligned in Evangeline’s favour. As her steps managed to land her right beside the very person she longed to see, Claudette Delacour. She looked beautiful, like she had stepped right out of one of the french magazines that they spent their Sunday afternoons reading. It was just them two. Evidentally, Alexander Tremblay was nowhere to be seen. A smile graced her face at the idea. “Hi Claudette,” She spoke, her voice light. Happy. “No Alexander, this evening?”

[evangelineselwyn]

who: @badgepuff​

where : the ballroom of east india house

Evangeline hadn’t been excited for the evening ahead of her. Her parents seemed dead-set on organising a matches for her. Assumingly, the news of Evangeline running off to France and having her own relationship was too much for Harrelson and Saffron Selwyn to handle.  Ever since, they had been discussing ways for Evangeline to broaden her horizons in hopes of finding a good match.  Motivations which were only worsened with news of the Pura Sorores Ball. An announcement which saw her mother grab Eva by the hand and drag her to the nearest dress shop. 

Despite their best efforts, not even the fanciest of dresses could push Evangeline to seek a match. Sitting at one of the free tables, Evangeline rested her chin in her hand. Her eyes glancing over the dance floor. Looking for at least one familiar face to fill her hours with conversation. Eva was coming up empty until she felt the presence of someone else beside her, a man. He looked a few years younger than her. “Evening,” Eva smiled politely, taking a sip of her daisyroot draught. “Not having much luck in the match department?” 

[evangelineselwyn]

Evangeline Esme Selwyn: Pura Sorores ball 1983.

Evangeline wasn't amused hearing word of another ball, did these things ever end? She was fed up listening to her mother ramble on about the importance of good impressions and networking amongst the families. Her initial reaction was rolling her eyes, fully intending to hide away at work for a few days until her mother sorted her outfit and jewels.

Her dress was golden, with hints of blue that flickered in as Evangeline swirled around her room. Glancing at herself in the mirror. No matter how many ball gowns Eva wore, none of them ever felt natural. It wasn't her. The figure looking back at her was nothing more than a mere shell of who her family wanted her to be. Eva had never been interested in this life, this society, these dresses. Evangeline Selwyn couldn't wait for this charade to be over.

However, this objection shifted slightly upon hearing that it was a ball centered around the summer solstice, something which divination-obsessed Evangeline had always enjoyed. It was this discovery that pushed Eva to incorporate this passion into her outfit. Deciding that if she was being forced to go, she may as well have fun with her outfit? With an imperial topaz ring donning her right ring finger and a citrine cleansing necklace clasped around her neck.

Both crystals symbolising protection and rejuvenation in the summer solstice period of 1983. A rejuvenation that Evangeline Selwyn longs for.