#diggoryxamos

[corvusoculis]

who: @diggoryxamos where: great hall, end of the dance floor near refreshment table event: yule ball 1978

The evening had been nice, far from what she'd expected and all things considered it was something she knew she'd remember for years to come. Selma had been talking to a friend after having bumped into them while looking for Alex around the room. It was quite the shocking realization to see just how many people could fit within the halls filled with music on a night such as this; even more shocking to see just how hard it was to find another. That was until her eyes fell upon someone else the witch would not have minded speaking to in the least. Amos, brother of the one she'd been looking for. While there was no guarantee the other would know the whereabouts of his brother, it was at the very least a chance to talk. There was some idle curiosity that occasionally made itself known. "Excuse me", she turned to her friend. "I've got to talk to someone."

Selma didn't bother much to hear the answer before her feet carried her through the crowd toward the Gryffindor. "Amos!" Despite calling out to him upon nearing him, the voice still held a certain grace and politelness, one she couldn't simply shake. Etiquette had been embeded within her until it had become the same thing as breathing; too normal to ever fully let go of. "Selma Avery. I don't believe we've officially met. Beyond the usual circles in which names are thrown about." She allowed herself a sip from her drink. "Do you happen to have seen your brother around? It's a bit hard to find anyone in this crowd. Little bit like a bowtruckle in a yard, isn't it?" It would have been foolish of her to deny the fact that she was more than happy to learn more of the other, yet finding Alex had priority.

[hortusdea]

who: @diggoryxamos where: hogsmeade, near Gladrags Wizardwear

To say that Penelope had been thrilled by the announcement of the yule ball, the visit of the Ilvermorny students, and the accompanying quidditch match would have been an understatement. In fact, the witch might argue said thing would have been the understatement of the century. Among all the twists and turns life had taken it was nice to be able to relax and actually focus on something that brought joy. "I need the perfect dress. I'm not settling for anything less." Penelope had been staring at the windows of the shop for what felt like minutes, only turning to inform her friend of the choice made regarding the quality of her dress.

With a calculated spin she turned back, admiring the yellow dress within the window's display. "But not that one. I'm not in the mood for yellow. I may end up looking like a canary." Without even bothering to think much she moved, linking her arm with that of Amos. "What will you be wearing?" It was almost funny how easy this fast, how normal it felt to simply joke about things with the other Gryffindor.

[hortusdea]

who: @diggoryxamos where: gryffindor dorms

It wasn't uncommon by any means to find Penelope rushing around the Gryffindor tower in search of her cat Beatrice. In fact, it was quite the normal occurrence. If one didn't see her doing that, either she was hurrying around with plants in her hands or on the way to the greenhouse or, the most likely alternative, on the way to the quidditch pitch for practice. Penelope had never been someone who could sit still for too long, finding there was far too much to be done and far too many adventures lurking just around the next corner.

By the time she reached the stairs again there really was only one place left the cat could have run off. It was almost laughable that she hadn't considered the option first since it was such a regular thing. Quick steps hurried toward the boy's dorm before knocking, carefully letting the door swing open after a moment. Penelope had been in this room far more often than any of the other dorms apart from her own. "Why am I not surprised that she's found herself a nap spot in your dorm?"

Without so much as a second thought she moved over, leaning against a bed post with a chuckle. Beatrice clearly was having the time of her life, not a care in the world. And she wasn't the only one. "So, who's winning the race for your attention, hm?"