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[andrmdablck]

For a fleeting moment, Andromeda found herself wishing that just once, she could attend an event as a patron and not as a staff member – but that had never been her reality, and she wasn’t exactly holding her breath in anticipation. Besides, it wasn’t entirely terrible; she was a part of the Healers that were set up in the St. Mungo’s tent in case anything went wrong, but at least she was still technically here. The view of stage wasn’t the best, but it gave her enough to see the band and Merlin knows she had absolutely no issue with hearing them.

It certainly could have been a lot worse; and at least she wasn’t actually at St. Mungo’s during this.

Still, it felt weird being at work while hoping no actual work had to be done. That was the irony when you worked in health care; having tasks meant that something went wrong, and while she loved being a Healer and thrived on keeping herself busy, she always hoped for the exact opposite – for everything to just go smoothly. So when she noticed a figure approaching the tent, she quickly made her way over to the front, the words automatic before realization of who it was even kicked in.

“Hello there – did you need some help?”

[xburke]

“I love this band!” Her voice ringing out over the sounds of instruments and songs (thought just barely), Maya once again pushed back her now-drenched hair, never being properly prepared with anything to tie it back. Not that it bothered her all too much; it was something to push around, to flip, to play with; and even if it annoyed others around her, she never gave a single damn. Especially once a few drinks were in her system, which of course was the case tonight. It was practically mandatory, if you asked her – you didn’t attend a concert sober.

Unless you enjoyed being miserable, and she just never considered herself to be that type of person.

With colour-changing drops in her drink and a glow-in-the-dark necklace hung loosely around her neck, Maya could have been surrounded by absolute strangers and not had a single semblance of caring. This… this was her element. Yet she got carried away, as she so often did, attempting to make her way through the crowd for a re-fill.

Why didn’t they just refill themselves? Had they not yet come that far?

Stumbling around, a foot that was just slightly stuck out managed to end up right in front of her, sending her falling forward – and the cup went flying. A sound of panic immediately left her mouth, forgetting that the damn thing was empty, and she ever-so-gracefully grabbed onto the nearest person, pulling them down to the ground with them. “Ow – oh, my bad – sorry about that!”

[marymacdnld]

The moment Mary heard about the concert, she knew she had to go – price of a ticket be damned. It’d been… months at this point since she’d done anything fun, which was entirely valid all things consider, but she desperately needed to feel like a person and someone in a war for just… one night. Just one measly little night, that’s all she asked for. A simple request. Right?

Cup of Dragon Scale in hand (her third one, mind you), her hair swung back and forth as her head shook to the beat of the song, entirely unaware of anyone else around her. Potentially not the best situation to put herself in, all things considered, but she had passed the point of caring about… oh, half an hour ago. Now, she was singularly focused on having a good time – and that meant getting snacks.

Shoving her way through the crowd, Mary made her way over to the Honeydukes stand, staring up at the menu in awe – and unable to make a proper decision, spoke her choices out loud to the nearest person. “All right – chocoballs or pumpkin fizz? It’s a tough choice.”

[l-a-malfoy]

Lucius strolled into the venue, fashionably late as always. He wouldn’t dare dream be the first to arrive to such a thing, but he would certainly be in attendance. And of course he would make sure there was a donation made by the Malfoy family that was memorably generous. Anything to keep the Malfoy name on the tip of everyone’s tongue. There was nothing worse than being forgotten.

The taste in music for the event though, well it certainly left something to be desired. Couldn’t they have had a classy event? Something nice. With an orchestra or a string quartet and champagne and everyone dressed in their finest. Not this...rave? Concert? Whatever it was, it didn’t suit Lucius. But no major event happened in the wizarding world without his presence.

He sighed to himself as he hung back at the edge of the crowd. “An interesting choice to try and raise money. You would think if they’re looking to attract those with money the would do something a little more...tactful. My mother refused to come this evening and I can’t really say that I blame her.”

[xlucytalkalotx]

Upon seeing the announcement of The Hobgoblins performing, Lucinda screamed out YES! despite being alone. Then she saw they were performing for a charity. Orchideous Orphanage.Orphanage. Although Lucinda grew up in a loving, supportive adoptive muggle home as a pureblood witch, the word still had a profound and painful meaning in her mind. She had always been careful to not let too many know of her lineage because she didn’t want a target on her family’s back. The Talkalots, that is.

While thinking of young children not having had the experience she was lucky enough to be given broke her heart, her little bit of money could go nowhere better. She dressed herself to the nines, fixed her fiery red hair and plastered a genuine smile on her face as she saw the enormous turn out. Lucinda couldn’t help but stand in awe, eyes cascading around the room with memories of her sisters and parents. Without recognizing it, she was also spinning the ring given by her biological mother, Aisling Quinn. 

Something about the scene made Lucinda feel like she was floating on a cloud, but decided she should make that ride a reality. She ran over to the queue and wiggled in. “Looks like you need someone to share a cloud with,” she said in her coy and quirky way.

[marymacdnld]

Mary stood in front of the game, having already played about seven or so since she’d arrived, surveying her odds of winning. They were never great and she had accepted after the first one that she was there for the fun of it and not the actual prizes – but that didn’t mean she couldn’t up her odds a little bit. Just a little. This one seemed like a safe bet – it reminded her of the basketball games they had at the fairs her parents used to take her too as a kid. Only the ball was designed like a quaffle and instead of a basket net – quidditch hoops, of course. She’d been a seeker back at school, but her aim wasn’t … too terrible.

At least she hoped so.

Turning to the person next to her, Mary glanced back at the game, knowing going against someone would be easier. Plus it wasn’t as bad when you lost to someone rather than just… in general. Honestly, those glasses had to be greased because she tossed the ring right onto them. “Tell you what, I’ll bet you… five whole knuts” clearly very confident in her abilities “that I can get a higher score than you in the first round”.