Where: A luxurious gathering of pureblood affairs ft. Emma Vanity @wittchcrafts
Sometimes these rooms just glittered. And there Lucinda felt quite at home, not that she ever felt uncomfortable or out of place anywhere. No in fact, she quite glittered along with the room; now if only everyone else would notice that for a few minutes Lucinda would have a very pleasant night. It was in the corner of her eye she saw another dark haired figure, slight and petite but as slick as Lucinda herself. Slender fingers tightened to the stem of her glass, feeling like a lengthening of her own spine with raised brow. No, that wasn’t the right expression for this. To match the glittering of the room and her dress, Lucinda turned to charm - a sparkle in her own eye. “Everyone, everyone.” Dainty, sweet, commanding slips of words, no need to amplify her voice with her wand.
Her words printed to that paper were exactly as they had been when she spoke them to the wide-eared reporter. Oh, but how Lucinda knew they’d still look twisted from their context. Perhaps that’s even why she’d said her ‘rival’ was an example of unmerited benefit of youth and beauty in this industry.
“I’d really like to make a toast, to my darling Emma Vanity. A newly elected captain, and queen, of the Montrose Magpies.” An elegant arm raised a glass.
She wasn’t afraid of seeming jealous, she wasn’t afraid of seeming like someone younger was stealing her spotlight. Look at her right now in the gleam of the room. How could anyone interpret her as anything other than a beacon? Another lovely tale for the gossip reporters of the Prophet for the weekend edition.
“From your first days at Hogwarts, my alma mater. I saw your talent and said that young woman was going places. Needless to say I’m always right. Here’s to your successes, love.”
