Date: April 25, 1982
Location: Ministry of Magic
Time: 6:40 pm
OPEN
Though social events such as galas were something that Alecto tried to avoid, and as often asked to leave when she did attend, she could manage her way through them well enough after years of practice. She mostly stuck to the outskirts, conversing with those she considered friends and forcing herself to take part in small talk with those she didn’t who couldn’t seem to understand her warning look to stay away. Perhaps the only good thing about these events was, more and more lately, she was starting to see some of her own handiwork adorning the attendees. Granted, the more prominent guests wore dresses and robes from the top designers and seamstresses in the world, but there were some sporting embroidery on their hems and sleeves that were her trademark works. It was a small comfort in such an uncomfortable atmosphere to see the stitching she’d enjoyed doing so much.
The other somewhat enjoyable aspect of such events was the alcohol being served. To say Alecto was picky about her drinks was an understatement, and it was something she took pride in to be well-informed on brands, vineyards, years, proofs, etc., etc., that all made her look like a fine young lady with varied interests when the topic was brought up. Or, when she forced the topic to be brought up so she could have one small moment of glory among all the unceasing pointless chatter and dancing people pretended was enjoyable. She expected that the wine being offered at the gala would be among the best available, but before she could get her hands on a glass, the liquid turned a shade of pink that made her stomach turn just to look at. As bubbles floated around, she swatted and poked at them in an attempt to get the foolish things away. As the bubbles went higher, so did people’s spirits, and Alecto found herself unable to bear eavesdropping and conversing any longer. She quickly stole away to one of the darker corners of the room, leaning back against a chair present as she looked out at the crowd with distaste. When someone approached to take up the other chair available, she quickly started to shake her had. “No, that seat isn’t open.”