xoromilda:
Writers parties were always a bore. Witch Weekly parties at least had a bit of excitement to them. Romilda just found these ‘networking’ events to be excruciatingly boring, and it didn’t help that there was a clear divide between the journalist writers and the novel writers, with only a few individuals actually crossing into both styles. All the novelists were so pretentious. She’d gotten herself stuck in a group with a bunch of old people discussing whether or not Shakespeare had written all of his plays or if he’d taken credit for other people’s work. She had genuinely started to consider hexing herself just to get out of it when she’d finally finished her drink and excused herself to get a refill. She’d bloody need it. At the bar she caught eyes with someone who was definitely closer to her age, so she bit the bullet and struck up a conversation “I can’t be the only one concerned that someone in this room is going to cark it any second now. I was told this was going to be a party” Thank Merlin she hadn’t worn her original planned outfit, opting for a pale blue skirt and blazer set, looking a bit more business-y than normal.
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He loved the praise that came with these parties. Every older writer, struggling and fighting to stay relevant, pretending to some sort of superiority Sebastian couldn’t see, tapping his shoulder and complimenting his narration at all times. It was likely that he was the youngest actual writer in the room, and those who didn’t glare, wanted to claim some of that freshness by association. He’d always pose as flattered, modest and incredulous to some of the most pompous compliments. But after a while, he did need his break, alone, how he ultimately was more at peace.
Sebastian turned to see who was disrupting the moment -- no hard feelings for that -- and his eyes lingered as he tried to put a name on her pretty face. No result, but his voice was calm and understanding as he opened his mouth. “Would you rather be drunk, no longer able to walk well, and mumbling nonsense to these people whose noses are already so high they’re glued to the ceiling? Or did you think you were going to take shots with Rita Skeeter and Greta Catchlove? Boredom is the best alternative, unless... of course, you’re lucky to have found me.”














