DELACOUR:
“lumos,” she held the tip of her wand to a copy of her invitations: charmed globes with the number 19 centered in the middle and sitting atop a rose-gold colored fixture, margot annalise delacour and may 23, 1989 fading in with the touch of her fingers and fading away once they’re removed. of course there was a paper invitation ( rose-gold ink carefully calligraphied onto cream-colored parchment ) detailing the party that accompanied these gifts, but those would surely be thrown away and it was a little more difficult to do the same to the globes. a soft sigh; merlin, she was restless ! was it that her well-intentioned parents booked the entirety of st. regal’s for the occasion when she’d wanted to celebrate quietly with a few friends in the great hall of her favorite place on earth ( hogwarts ) ? no . . . that wasn’t right. or maybe the attire she chose; the guest list ? her thoughts raced until perhaps two in the morning. as she drifts to sleep, she only then remembers a letter received from her fiancé the morning prior, expressing his apologies that he wouldn’t be able to make it tomorrow …
the party was in full swing; celestina warbeck’s voice filling the elegantly decorated ballroom of the hotel among the chatter of the guests. some who were her actual friends and some who her parents had a hand in inviting for the purpose that she’ll mark as ‘other’ instead of dwell on why. being the perfect birthday girl/host she was, margot had dabbled in several conversations, danced to several songs ( nearly being dropped on her head by an over-eccentric thirty-something bloke who thought he was equipped to cliché-ly dip her ), and downed several flutes of the wine her family was so famous for. “excuse me,” she murmurs to get away from a member of the ministry that knew her father, “i’m just not feeling well. some fresh air, i think.” thankfully, they didn’t follow. the overwhelmed witch cut through to the back of the hotel, following the magically lit path all the way until she reached a gazebo, already having lit a cig upon arrival . . .
if he were being honest with himself, orion was never the one to turn down going to a party. the opportunity to socialize with others and have fun was definitely an appealing one. and somehow he ended up on the guest list of the former ravenclaw’s birthday party. he wasn’t complaining. in his midst of socializing, orion grabbed a flute of champagne and excused himself to get a bit of fresh air. he took small sips from his flute as he walked down one of the lit pathways. however, what the former head boy didn’t expect was to see the birthday girl herself at the gazebo. silently, he continued making his way over. if she wanted to be alone then he would leave he be. it’d be rude to not greet her, after all, it is her birthday party. “ well, i certainly didn’t expect to see the host of the party out here. happy birthday, by the way. ”









