#litdevent02

[littlemissmalfxy-blog]

“Have you come to ask me for a dance?” Narcissa asked with a charming smile already reaching out to take their hand so they could lead her to the dance floor. “You know I won’t say no.”

[lostinthedark-rp]

EVENT 02 - THE MASQUERADE BALL:

You have been cordially invited to the home of the Minister of Magic for a Masquerade Ball. This ball will include dinner, dancing and a night to remember. On behalf of St. Mungo’s we ask that you attended and make a donation to help with the recent influx of patients. All proceeds will benefit the hospital in one shape or form. We hope to see you all in attendance tonight.

This event will take place from posting time on 4/27 until 12am on 5/12 ( so everyone can finish finals) , please tag all starters and interactions with litdevent02. We invite you to post images of what your character is wearing in addition to participating in the event.

[canispadfoot-archive-blog]

Around and Around| Sirius&Dorcus

The night wore on, and Sirius stayed more bored than entertained. He'd managed to drink enough champagne to get something approaching a decent buzz going, and it did make the whole situation a lot more tolerable. It at least made watching the dancers more enjoyable. Almost without meaning to, he picked Doe out of the crowd. She moved and twirled with the dance, the lace of her dress flowing and fluttering with her movements. It was mesmerizing and a handy reminder that Doe was actually a trained dancer.

He watched her for the rest of the dance, eyes tracking her as she was handed between partners until the current song ended. He downed the rest of his glass of champagne and set the flute aside. He stepped forward and caught her eye before someone else could pull her on to the dance floor. He wasn't really drunk enough for this, but what the hell. He may as well get one formal dance out of her, better than just standing around being bored.

He offered her his hand and a lopsided grin. "Wanna dance? I'm dressed like a ponce, may as well, yea?"

@foxlikegazelle

[lilmissmeadowesarchive]

Dorcas Meadowes Gala

[aurorabonealis]

amelia bones masquerade outfit

[rjlcpin-blog]

Remus stood against the wall, one hand fiddling with the collar of his jacket as his eyes scanned the crowd. He wasn’t excited to be here and it showed in his disposition -- the way he hunched in on himself, the way he watched every carefully. It wasn’t that he disliked crowds or parties, those could be perfectly fine. It was this one, the location and the people milling about the made him want to back away slowly -- the Ministry workers, the elite, the fact this was the fucking Minister's house.

There had been similar galas in the past. Fundraising events and social gatherings; as an employee of the Ministry, his father had always attended these things, usually with Hope in arm. Remus, as a child or a Hogwarts student, has always managed to get out of it without question in the past (not that anyone but his father’s former co-workers had asked, if they dared at all). This time though, he was an adult and he had friends who worked for the Ministry and... Well, he was a member of the Order. A party like this was a prime target to anyone with ill intentions -- at least, that was what his cynical mind whispered to him.

Their were enough candles in the the ballroom to count as a firehazard; candelabras on the tables, on the walls, and hanging from the ceiling. A soft pop trio, generally harmless though boring, was singing on a stage across the room. Tables were filled to the brim with food of all sorts, from hickory smoked ham to tikka masala to creme brulee; anything you could imagine was available and, if it wasn’t there, you could always ask one of the house elves hiding in the shadows for whatever it was. 

There was a flute of champagne out his feet and plenty more glasses being spread out through the room; he wasn’t drinking it but he’d accepted it earlier, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with the server. His parents were somewhere in the crowd, his father long “retired” but still coming to these things despite the odd looks he got -- they were mingling somewhere and he wasn’t interested in his strongly Catholic parents catching him with alcohol. He could only imagine the stern, chastising look he’d get from his mother. The thought of it actually made him want to take a sip, if only to ease his nerves.

He was debating whether or not to risk it or just to go and get some food when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. His lips were moving before he’d even fully processed the sight, anxiety driving forward full speed. “I’m sorry. I can move if I’m in your way.”

[rjlcpin-blog]

THE MASQUERADE BALL ; EVENT 02

The only half-way decent suit Remus owns is brown and made of tweed -- unsurprising to anyone who knows his uninspiring fashion sense. Originally belonging to his grandfather on his mother’s side, Hope Lupin gave it to him sometime during fifth year and it’s been go-to since. He’s had a bit of a growth spurt since 5th year though and suit is now ill-fitting, not quite reaching where it should and looking as restricting as it is. Remus refuses to toss it out though; ‘why toss something that is perfectly good?’ he asks as he readjusts his collar for the nth time that night.

[littlemissmckinnonarchive-blog]

marlene mckinnon masquerade outfit