Her lips pulled themselves in a teasing light smile as her hips softly swung to the beat. The light that was focused on her did not allow her to see much of the crowd however one face caught her attention. Standing just out of the bright light was Percival Graves, Tina’s boss. The blonde hardly managed to hide her surprise at seeing the other there. Had he known she would be here? Or was it simply a chance meeting. He was actually one of the last people she expected to see in the speakeasy on christmas eve.
“Think of all the fun I missed, think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed.” Her eyes remained focused on him. A familiar face helping to calm her nerves. “Next year I could be also good, if you’ll check off my christmas list.” Eyes closing for a moment the blonde raised a shoulder as she threw a wink at the crowd. Though to her it was directed more to Graves.
Her hands ran down her figure, using her bombshell status to make sure the attention was on her. Waving her hand at the ceiling she watched as small snow flakes began falling around her, only to dissapear when the reached the floor.
Queenie was a brilliant entertainer. Anyone could see that. She held the stage with warmth and charm, which made her voice seem all the more beautiful. She was a vision, a reminder for all that there was more to life than just work, more than the bitterly cold rain pelting down outside, more than heartbreak, more than just the passing of time.
While Graves was rarely one to go and appreciate any sort of musical performance in person, he still loved music. It was usually something he experienced in private, alone in his darkened apartment, playing haunting melodies on a piano that only one of his neighbors could even hear. He never went out to the theatre or to dance halls – although he knew how to dance – and he never made a point of sticking around to indulge in something beautiful when there were other people around. Church had always been the sole exception, and that was because each mass was about more than the music. But to stand here and watch Queenie sing? It felt magical. Maybe it was just because he knew who she was, or maybe it was because of his deep fondness for her sister, but Queenie stole his thoughts away.
When her number ended, Graves didn’t applaud. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed it, but because he was still allowing himself to be lost in the moment, because he wanted to feel and hear the cheers she was given, to experience it without any distraction. Eventually, he sat back down to enjoy the rest of the show. With a drink barely touched in his hand and the glittering stage lights reflecting in his eyes, Percival looked as if he’d been struck immobile. He didn’t once look away from her. He didn’t smile. He didn’t clap. The only thing that gave away his enjoyment was the absolutely undeniable warmth in his dark eyes. There, everything could be seen.
When Queenie’s show was over, Graves finished his drink and stood to leave, wanting to escape while the crowd was still shifting around. If he stayed, he’d only be staying because he wanted to talk to her, but Graves knew that his stern demeanor could be the death of any party. Choosing to spare this festive group from having to put up with him – and to permit them to relax without the presence of the country’s chief magical law enforcement officer there – he headed for the door.
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