Isabella had spent the day dreading getting ready for the ball. She liked dressing up as much as the next girl, but one thing she didn’t do well was schmoozing. Finally, after spending an hour on hair and make-up, she begrudgingly left for the Ministry. The knowledge of who she might see there didn’t make it any easier; she had no desire to socialize or even see Alexander or the rest of her family.
Upon entering, she saw a slew of familiar faces, but none of whom she wanted anything to do with at the moment - or ever, really. Almost as quickly as she could, she walked over to the bar and asked for a glass of wine. Anything to dull the boredom really. There were several faces that she knew but many that she did not.
She turned, her back to the bar, looking out over the crowd. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had been to a Ministry function. She supposed that her father used to go to these, but she was far too young then to remember anything like that. Very well she knew that this world of splendor and refinery was not for her. She was the wild card among queens of hearts.
It was only when someone else, looking equally as foreign and unsure as she felt, came up to the bar that Isabella felt a little more at ease in her surroundings. Clearly, she was not the only one who felt out of place and this provided some solace. She smiled at the girl who had come to the bar, and mimicked her position. “Not one for these events either, are you?” She gave a kind smile. “It’s alright, it seems that some others here aren’t as well. What’s your name?”
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