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@reveliios
# 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙸𝙾𝚂 : a collection of stories starring the glint of silver chains resting heavily on your neck like a quiet threat, spray paint stained middle fingers aimed at authority figures, & lipstick stains on cigarette butts written for the sole enjoyment of the author ; madi, for wingardiumfm .
𝙵𝚃. lucius malfoy , dirk cresswell , & shawna liebman .
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @sonoruss
❝ please tell me you’re just as bored as i am, ❞ dirk mutters as he slides up beside kieran, champagne flute in hand but barely touched. the event around them hums with polite conversation, stiff smiles, and the kind of small talk that makes his skin itch. ❝ because if i have to listen to one more person drone on about their latest investment at gringotts, i might actually hex myself for entertainment. ❞ just because he works with the goblins doesn't mean he knows anything about the inner workings of the bank. he tilts his head toward the exit, a slow smirk creeping onto his lips. ❝ what do you say we make a break for it ? find a real party ? one where the drinks are strong, the music isn’t dreadful, and no one’s trying to bore us to death with useless conversation ? ❞
Where: Shawn's apartment
When: Before the Malfoy event
Who: Dorcas and Shawna ( @reveliios)
To be honest Dorcas really didn't know how she'd ended up at Shawn's place. But she didn't care too much. The other was pretty, and Dorcas liked pretty. And, even if she was not going to that silly event, she did like dressing up, so she felt like she was a good person to help Shawna. Although, maybe not so much today if one looked at her in her sweat pants and hoodie. Though she figured if she hadn't dressed up then Shawna couldn't try to drag her along. Dorcas could think of nothing more than going to the Malfoys.
"Do you have to go?" She giggled, lying on her front on Shawna's bed as she looked over at her. "I'm sure you'll have much more fun if you stayed here with me."
shawna laughs, rolling her eyes as she rifles through her closet. ❝ oh, trust me, i’d love to skip out, but apparently, showing my face at these things is ‘good for networking’ or whatever bullshit my coach keeps saying. ❞ she tosses a dress onto the bed beside dorcas before turning to lean against the dresser, arms crossed. ❝ besides, if i don’t go, who else is gonna drink all their expensive liquor just to spite them ? ❞ her grin is sharp, but there’s something almost playful in the way she tilts her head, considering dorcas. ❝ what, you trying to tempt me into staying ? you’ll have to try harder than that, meadowes. ❞ but then her gaze flickers to the small, carefully wrapped box sitting on the nightstand, and she exhales. inside are enchanted toy snitches — harmless things designed to hover just close enough for little hands to chase after them. she had charmed them herself, making sure they wouldn’t fly too fast, just enough to give the kids a thrill. ❝ anyway, i’ve got to at least drop this off. it’s for the kids. if there's any reason to show face, it's for that. ❞ she shrugs like it’s nothing, like she’s not secretly proud of the idea, before flashing dorcas a grin. ❝ unless you wanna come and help me not bore to death ? i intend to snoop and need a partner in crime, even if you're not dressed to the occasion. ❞ she knows her persuasion skills won't win out this time, but she could try.
he found himself teetering on that precarious edge between drunkenness and sobriety—a blurred line, swaying dangerously in either direction but refusing to settle. debating whether to reach for another glass of liquor or let the moment slip away, he catches a familiar scent drifting past his back. instinct kicks in before thought, and he turns, champagne glass balanced effortlessly in his right hand. “ cresswell. ” his brows lift slightly as he greets him, gaze flickering—just for a moment—over the other wizard’s attire. “ i was rather hoping i’d be lucky enough to avoid you tonight, ” he quips, though whether it’s truly a joke is debatable. his grand strategy of keeping a safe distance from dirk? thoroughly ruined. again. “ are you here alone? ” and that, most likely, is the least appropriate question he could have asked.
ft. 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ( @reveliios ) 📍 MALFOY MANOR
dirk barely misses a beat, his smirk lazy as he takes a slow sip from his drink before answering. ❝ bones, you wound me. ❞ his tone is all mock offense. he leans just slightly into edgar’s space, as if considering his question more seriously than he should. ❝ would it ruin your night if i said yes ? ❞ a beat, then his smirk deepens. ❝ or are you just trying to suss out if you need to play nice with my date ? ❞ he teases, but he loves to make edgar squirm. dirk lets the silence stretch for just long enough before huffing a quiet laugh, shaking his head. ❝ don’t worry, mate. it’s just me. tragic, i know. guess you’re stuck with my company after all. ❞
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @dcadlynightshadc
❝ there you are. ❞ lucius spots vera just as she steps away from the bustling crowd. the yuletide ball is in full swing, but his attention is solely on the young allard as she approaches. ❝ i was beginning to wonder if you’d make an appearance, ❞ he says, his tone notably softer than the one he reserves for most. there’s no reprimand, only quiet acknowledgment. as she nears, he offers a glass of champagne, a subtle gesture of welcome rather than expectation. ❝ how are you finding the evening ? i know these gatherings can be… exhausting. ❞
“ so then... ” he leans lazily against a nearby wall, his gaze sweeping over the crowded hall before locking onto lucius. a half-smirk plays at his lips as he lifts his glass, taking a slow sip before continuing. “ what must i do to get a full tour of the manor? every room included. ” a mischievous glint flickers in his hazel eyes, and he takes another deliberate sip. barty was bored. and when boredom settled in, chaos tended to slither out from the depths of him, uncoiling like a snake ready to strike. he cared little for the grand occasion or whatever noble cause had dragged them all here. the venue, the people—it was all terribly dull. so he had resolved to amuse himself in the least destructive ways first. “ oh, and congratulations on your engagement. ” he lifts his glass in a mock toast, eyes glinting with something just shy of sincerity.
ft. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 ( @reveliios ) 📍 MALFOY MANOR
❝ i imagine patience would be the first requirement, ❞ he muses, teasing barty. ❝ though i suspect that’s in short supply where you’re concerned. ❞ his fingers tighten ever so slightly around the stem of his glass as he takes a sip. he knows barty well enough to recognize the glint in his eyes — restless, hungry for mischief. lucius isn’t foolish enough to let him off his leash within the manor’s walls, not without knowing exactly what chaos he might invite. especially not during his sister's event. at the mention of his engagement, however, there’s the shorted of pauses. the toast is met with a slow, deliberate tilt of his own glass. ❝ how kind of you, ❞ he replies, the words genuine. ❝ though i must admit, sentimentality is new from you, barty. ❞ maybe he had found a match of his own. lucius lets the weight of the moment settle before adding, cool and clipped, ❝ and as for a full tour, i’m afraid there are some doors even you would find firmly closed. ❞
choose your own starter ! where: malfoy manor !
"if you would excuse me," narcissa said with a polite smile, gripping their glass of champagne tight in their hands as they walked their way out the tall doors into the night, she had grabbed her wand from her jacket pocket and used a warming charm before finding themselves out on the grass before here the sound of peacocks. she smirks, walking towards them, slowly as she would with any animal before tilting her head. "well, you're beautiful aren't you." bending down slowly she reached a hand out before getting bit on the finger. "oh fuck me," she says, looking at her finger, before rolling her eyes. "that's on me." they use their other hand and use a gentle healing charm before hearing the sound of footsteps and saying, "forget the snakes in the grass, it's the peacocks you have to look out for."
perhaps it was auror instincts, but rodolphus had been watching everyone all night, only really ever speaking when been spoke to. plus, his mother was actually here tonight and he was keeping an observant eye on her. she was lucid today, and was ever so the life of the party when she had social meter and wits to be so. he smiles briefly at her, somehow, her eyes always tracking back to him. his father, of course, couldn't be bothered to attend but he made sure to make a hefty donation from his father's vault, as well as his own, but if his father's donation was more... well, they shared the last name didn't they? he had eventually made himself move from his stance by the wall, looking out onto the dance floor at the hogwarts students, he smirks, because he can't help it, he remembers the yule balls back at school. "looks more like tripping on their own feet than anything," rodolphus says, he could already spy those that either fancied each other or were saving face as betrotheds. "i don't envy them."
it was overwhelming being the one that now had to talk to everyone, to make the connections, to promise things, to say of course regulus would owl them back for their business proposals, to talking about how yes, he didn't need a job, but he liked working in the department of mysteries, and how to subtly say no he wasn't looking for a betrothal, he also had been keeping an eye on his mother, though she never needed it. whenever she wasn't an absolute zombie at home she knew how to amp up the charm, perhaps the drinks helped and the food, but yuletide had always been a rather lonely affair for the black's and this year would be different considering his father was gone. he runs a hand through his hair searching for an exit but it's not without grabbing a glass of champagne and searching in his pockets for the tin of cigarettes. he finds himself outside, but close enough he can still hear everything inside. "don't tell my mother i still smoke," regulus smirks up at the person, shaking his head. "we all have secrets we don't tell our parents," he further says.
❝ i did warn you, ❞ lucius murmurs with a quiet laugh, stopping just beside narcissa, his gaze flicking from the peacock to the faintly healed mark on their finger. ❝ and yet, here you are, bested by one of the manor’s most temperamental residents. ❞ besides vespera, he almost wants to add. ❝ i would have thought dragons had made you warier of sharp beaks and worse temperaments. ❞ he had seen her work with creatures that would make lesser witches tremble, had watched her command their respect with nothing but steady hands and steely composure. and yet, a peacock had managed to draw first blood. he'd been there plenty of times before. he casts a brief glance toward the manor before returning his attention to narcissa. ❝ what is it that sent you seeking their company instead of enduring another hour inside ? ❞
for: open location: yuletide ball
with a martini in hand , stevie is standing in front of the steadily growing pile of children's gifts as he shook his head . ❝ i think it is a bit obvious some did not put much thought and they just wanted an excuse to be here . ❞ he says with a quick laugh , now reaching over to a half wrapped gift with no name on it . ❝ what's a child in need find use for a remembrall ? ❞
dirk snorts into his drink, watching stevie pick up the half-wrapped gift like it personally offended him. ❝ depends, ❞ he muses, swirling the liquid in his glass til it starts to spill out. ❝ maybe some generous soul thought the kids of the wixen world needed help remembering how shit their luck is compared to them. ❞ he leans in slightly, inspecting the pile of gifts with a scoff. ❝ what do you reckon ? classic case of last-minute panic shopping, or someone just grabbing whatever they had lying around ? ❞ he smirks, but internally he's regretting stepping foot in this place and being with these people. ❝ bet you anything there’s a chocolate frog card in there too. nothing says holiday spirit like re-gifting without even getting the benefits of the sweets. ❞
yuletide gala for the memory of francesa fudge
amity walker & lucius malfoy @reveliios
Amity grew up a fan of parties, making it a point that all the women in her family each had a special birthday. She baked their favorite treats, made them cards with pressed flowers and one year even made them all embroidered kerchiefs she dyed with things like beets, berries and butterfly pea flower. She was good with her hands, with making things and making sure those she loved felt celebrated. Collecting the perfect logs for the yule fire, dehydrating oranges for garland- nothing was more precious to her than the celebrations had with her family. Then when she left home the ones she celebrated with her team mates when she had then in search of those evasive creatures, daring rescues liberating the rarest from poachers with ill intent. She had even planned the celebration for when they found the infamous Diricawl.
A celebration that went untouched when their search lead them to horror of the Nundu. But even in death humans found a reason to celebrate, to remember life. She thought it was because if they did not the grief would swallow them up until they had nothing. So she went to this gala, not sure what to expect and impressed to find the glittering rooms warm despite the chill you'd expect from snow flakes. Trailing behind her, her donation of books. Largely her favorite, magical beast and where to find them, all of which she had bribed Newt into signing. She would have been beside herself for such a gift as a girl. The piles neat and flowing after her by spell, Amity stopped, "Pardon," she greeted, her thick as honey accent coming forth, "I don't mean to bother but I was wonderin' if you could direct me to where I should leave my donation for this lovely event".
lucius surveys the gala from his periphery, ensuring that every detail remains as impeccable as vespera intends, as is expected of a malfoy. the francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball is, after all, a reflection of its hosts, and he will tolerate no imperfections… even if he’s less than thrilled it is being held. but then, a voice — thick with something unmistakable, american — breaks through the chatter surrounding them. he turns, gaze settling on the woman before his eyes flick to the books trailing behind her. neat stacks of familiar titles he can instantly recognize. newt scamander’s work, appearing to be signed, no less. ❝ miss... ? ❞ he prompts smoothly, an unspoken request for her name before he inclines his head slightly. ❝ you’ll find the donation table near the eastern wing, just beyond the ballroom. however, given the nature of your contribution, i would not entrust it to just anyone. ❞ a calculated pause. ❝ i will see that it is handled properly. ❞ his gaze returns to her, intrigued despite himself. ❝ tell me, did you procure those signatures yourself, or is this the work of some particularly resourceful acquisition ? ❞ it isn’t often that lucius malfoy finds himself genuinely curious, but something about this woman… her presence, the clear deliberation behind her gift, makes him wonder.
choose your own starter ! where: malfoy manor !
where dante should have been socializing, and he normally did enjoy socializing, there had been a number of paintings that had drawn to him that he was interested in, he wasn't particularly trying to snoop but when something caught his eye he couldn't unsee it. he bites his lip, the sound of the music slowly drawing away as he looked at the paintings, before, sighing, walking back down the hall before looking up to see another person. he was a ravenclaw after all, and never knew when to let things go when he should. "malfoy manor has been around for centuries," he muses, "i've always been interested in house magic, i know that nott has it's own quirk of house magic, but there is the belief that manors such as malfoy's consist of a a heart at it's core." he believed it to be true of nott manor, he could feel it when he entered the home, it's unwavering loyalty but with the heir of uncertainty with sr. nott entered the home. "i wasn't trying to snoop, anyway. just curious. the portraits are fascinating."
well fuck, peter thought, he lost remus in the crowd trying to get more drinks, and the moment he turned around he saw his dad and just like that peter was diligently walking past people and dodging them left and right while not spilling anything from the cup. he finally found a free space of wall but it was by the dance floor. he had quickly taken a gulp of the glass of champagne setting the other down before he could see his dad closing in on him and he had never been much of a dancer in school, but he wanted to avoid this conversation as long as he could, so he looked to the nearest person, not caring who they were and said, "care to dance?" he cleared his throat. "i can lead," not well, but he would give it a good college try, as the muggles would say, which again, he probably shouldn't say in front of this particular crowd.
it wasn’t shawna's fault that the more interesting parts of a place were always the ones people didn’t want you looking at. she had peeled away from the main gathering under the pretense of needing some air, but really, she’d just been curious about the manor and what secrets of years past it held. and apparently, she wasn’t the only one. catching sight of another, she quirks a brow, arms crossing loosely over her chest as she steps closer, eyes flicking to the portraits he’d been fixated on. ❝ you may not be trying to snoop, but i definitely am, ❞ she replies honestly, earning a sneer from a nearby portrait. she barely knew anyone at this ball, and was unquestionably underdressed, but she couldn't help the overwhelming need to step foot into a manor as such while the invite still existed. ❝ a heart at its core ? ❞ she echoes, considering it for a moment. ❝ sounds more poetic than i’d expect for a place like this. but i guess if any house was going to have a built-in ego, it’d be malfoy manor. ❞ there’s no real bite to her words, just an honest sort of musing before she tilts her head at him. ❝ so what is it, then ? you got some grand theory about the house listening in on us, or are you just looking for the best-kept secrets ? ❞
OPEN,
Ages ago, Arden had loved a party more than anything else, when it meant sneaking around places and people's homes, underage drinking with his friends, and breaking arbitrary rules away close enough to be caught but never being so, as it would require his parents to care. Now, parties like these meant networking, maintaining relationships that he would rather cut off, they meant polite conversation that could drive him up a wall at any moment. Arden hadn't had the best time at parties in recent years, but they were part of the culture he was born into. After parting ways with Alecto, he delegated himself to some quiet corner until he rebuilt his will to mingle. He had a glass of champagne he hadn't yet sipped from and a long night ahead. "You don't make a convincing argument, you know?"
(OOC: If you'd rather do something different, please like this post)
dirk, who had long since perfected the art of looking like he belonged at these sorts of things, smirks over the rim of his own drink. arden looks about as thrilled to be here as dirk feels, which is saying something. ❝ didn’t realize i was meant to be convincing you of anything, ❞ he drawls, tilting his head as he studies arden. ❝ but now that you mention it — what exactly am i failing to sell you on ? the merits of overpriced champagne ? the joy of forced conversation ? the absolute thrill of pretending we all like each other ? ❞ he finally takes a sip from his glass, then grimaces slightly. ❝ because if it’s any of the above, i’d say you’re better off keeping to your corner. save yourself the headache. ❞
pick your starter
starter one where: vespera malfoy's room, malfoy manor when: minutes after the event began
while vespera knew it would be best to make her way down to the main floor of the home and greet any guests that had arrived, she was intentionally delaying herself. everyone knew that anyone who was anyone showed up late to an event, and that extended to the host as well. besides, the others who had helped set up the event would be downstairs to greet anyone who showed up on time.
vespera could be fashionably late.
dusting a trail of blush along her cheekbone, the blonde noticed a figure appear in the reflection of her vanity. not turning towards them, she merely acknowledge them through the reflection. "i thought i specifically told the house elves to inform everyone my room was off limits." closing the blush compact, she finished off by brushing her curls into the perfect position. "did you need something?" she asked, finally turning towards the guest.
starter two where: the staircase, malfoy manor when: thirty minutes after the event began
the youngest malfoy stood towards the top of the staircase of her family home and smiled brightly at the numerous guests that began to collect at it's base. she waved at those she recognized, noting the numerous boxes and gifts that were being collected and placed under the large tree along with any other donations.
once the majority of the guests were within the room, vespera spoke, amplifying her voice easily with a spell. " i would just like to extend a thank you from the franseca fudge foundation, to everyone who has shown up tonight and donated. we are certain these gifts will help brighten the lives of numerous wixen children and grant them a most happy christmas." she paused for a moment, allowing her voice to take a more serious tone. "once more, we'd like to remember franseca fudge, taking from our community too soon, and would like to extend our deepest sympathies to her family." after a moment of silence, vespera's smile grew once more. "thank you all, again, for coming. we hope you have a wonderful evening."
once the speech was over, vespera descended the staircase as many of the guests began to enter the grand ballroom. finding a friendly face, the blonde approached them and said, "the night seems to be off to a good start, do you agree?"
starter three where: the grand ballroom, malfoy manor when: two hours into the event
this was vespera's third drink of the night, a cranberry gin martini that tasted of the holiday. between the alcohol and exhaustion from setting up for the ball all day, vespera found her body feeling heavy. attempting to move to a more private area, one of the many entertainment rooms that guests were filtering about, the blonde eventually made her way into the home's game room. the billiards table was in use, as was a small table in the far side of the room where a card game was taking place.
ignoring how strange it felt to see so many people in her home and using their private items, vespera made her way to one of the couches and sat down. realizing she wasn't alone, she tried to quickly come up with an excuse as to not seem lazy. "i hope you don't mind that i join you, i fear i haven't taken a moment to sit all day." taking a sip of her drink, the blonde turned to the person fully. "i do hope you also needed a moments rest, and aren't seated due to boredom. that would mean i'm not doing my job as host."
starter one
leaning casually against the doorframe of vespera's room, lucius watches his sister with a knowing look, one brow slightly raised. he had expected no less — vespera always had a talent for making an entrance and ensuring people waited just long enough to feel her absence. ❝ you did, ❞ he acknowledges, stepping further inside, unbothered by her supposed decree. ❝ but i assumed that particular rule did not apply to me considering this is my home. ❞ his gaze flickers briefly over her, not understanding how she can't be ready when she looks put together enough for his standards. but, lucius was a man and he'd never understand. ❝ did i need something ? ❞ he repeats, feigning contemplation as he settles a hand into the pocket of his dress robes. ❝ only to ensure that our esteemed hostess makes an appearance before the evening is halfway over. or, should we all simply toast to your absence and be done with it ? ❞ his tone is edged with sharpness, making it very obvious to his little sister how he detests this event being held in the manor.
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @petrificusx
malfoy manor has never looked better, and lucius moves through the every growing crowd with grace, offering nods and pleasantries where necessary… but his mind is far from the finer details. it's moments like this where he is proud of his little sister, but also vexed at the idea of so many people in his home at once. as he finds a spot along the ballroom wall, his gaze flickers over familiar faces until it lands on a figure near the marble staircase — a flash of blonde, nearly as white as his, catching in the flickering light. if he hadn't just spent time with vespera, he would have confused her for fancy beauchamp. ❝ miss beauchamp, ❞ lucius muses as he steps to stand beside the witch, ❝ beautiful job done with the planning and everything. i'm anticipating the moment one of these is held in your home. ❞
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