#lumosevent001

[ggathena]

where: ministry gala who: open

She had been elegantly nursing a glass of merlot, engaging in polite conversations here and there. It was most certainly not her first glass, but no one could tell about the firewhiskey flask underneath her skirts from which she'd been generously drinking every bathroom break she got. Athena knew how to conduct herself in social events, especially those where her mother was somewhere in the crowd-- however she'd never been one to fancy people telling her what to do or how to behave. Breaking the rules at her own accord, the brunette approached a table on the far side of the room. "I really do hope this seat's not taken." She introduced herself as she took a seat besides the person already in it. "What a dull affair so far, wouldn't you agree?"

[emmaflint]

location: Ministry of Magic status: open to anyone

While Emma wasn't the typical pureblood socialite her parents dreamed of, with her playing Quidditch professionally, events like balls and galas were something she was well versed in, having years upon years of practice in etiquette to make sure she would not embarrass them in any way. Her original plan had been wanting to see if she could find some of her old roommates to catch up with but an elder gentleman had roped her into a conversation that she had yet to figure out a polite way to escape out of. "This is truly riveting. Please tell me more." She was only half listening when she spotted someone familiar, mouthing 'save me'.

[nvrcissasm]

WHO: Narcissa & OPEN WHERE: Ministry Spring Gala

Ministry organised events were never something that Narcissa was overly fond of. They were always too loud, too crowded, and she couldn’t help but feel they were just a way to get people to let their guard down in the hopes they’d say or do something they’d later regret. Of course, she would still attend however, because if nothing else, it was expected of her. Even if just for a few hours, she would smile and nod and offer a more than generous donation, just as she had been taught to do. 

Out of everything that had been organised for the gala, the one thing that Narcissa could say she was interested in was the live auction that was due to start any time now. A small crowd had gathered in area cordoned off specifically for it, and Narcissa had found herself a spot quite near the back where she could get a good view of the proceedings.

“It should be starting shortly” she automatically said when she felt someone come up and take the spot next to her.

[alectocarrowx]

where: ministry gala who: open

Over time Alecto had developed a method to her madness, a way to keep a neutral visage written on her features; considering where she worked, everyday was a way to improve her acting skills. Taking a small break, the witch found a table in the back, sinking down in the plush cushion, leaning back whilst a leg crossed over the other.

"I don't remember being asked if that seat was taken," a snark in her tone, twisting her head to let her gaze fall on the one who dared to sit beside her. Most who were welcomed in her circle would not be put off by her manners, others, might wish to take it as a warning.

[aurorasinistrax]

where: ministry gala who: open

Aurora may have had an extra drink more than she should have, but the buzzing feeling that rippled through her body had her feeling like she was on cloud nine. These events made her nervous and a few drinks would always settle them.

She turns to the person who came up beside her. "What kind of magical creature is the worst for security?" The seer waited a moment before answering. "A porlock." A fit of giggles slip from her parted lips.

[amvlias]

WHO: Amelia & OPEN WHERE: Ministry Spring Gala

Letting her hair down was something that Amelia rarely allowed herself the time for. In her mind, there was always something else more important that needed taking care of, so it took a lot of convincing for her to step out of her office and in to a dress for the Spring Gala. If she’d had her own way, she would have preferred to remain on the second floor behind the protective charms that kept people from wandering farther than the Main Atrium, but after being told that her attendance was strongly suggested, Amelia had gotten the hint and agreed. 

Grabbing herself a drink from one of the various bars that had been set up around the hall, she turned around to find someone approaching her.

“Oh, hi. You doing alright?” She asked in greeting.

[apollinebeausejour]

where: ministry gala who: open

Apolline was excited for the gala. It was in gatherings like this where she thrived, an expectation that came from her parents, considering at some point she would be hosting her own once married.

The French witch had an extra drink in hand, weaving through the crowd until her gaze fell on one that seemed empty handed.

"Pour toi," she extends her hand, offering the drink. "Are you," a slight pause trying to put together the rest of the sentence, "enjoying self?"

[fcrox]

who: open to all where: ministry of magic event: ministry spring gala 1979

Events such as this one were ever a reminder of the many other events and parties the young witch had attended all throughout her life, always playing along with a smile. Generally, Estelle didn’t matter the crowds, the buzzing of things and of course the chatter. People were so utterly distracted and happy to chitter chatter away at it without a second thought. Perhaps that was where her lack of reluctance to attend came from? The blonde scanned the crowd in front of her, eyes roaming politely before she spotted the bar. Only just having arrived it wouldn’t suit to make her way there, yet she could tell from the small crowd near it, the increased density that it certainly was a popular place. An event such as this, who could she blame?

The witch took a few steps, greeting people here and there as she usually would. One could mistake her for a social butterfly. And perhaps, to a degree she was. Estelle herself would not have chosen those words yet her face lit up with a smile each time she came across a familiar face. It was hard to tell if mask or simple truth; only she herself would let that be know. A closely guarded secret. And then she spotted someone of actual interest. “Look at you! Like a flower fresh into blooming, hm?” A compliment usually went a long way, whether the truth or not. Estelle would always try her best to play nice; play only.