verity is in the corner of the room it’s not that unusual, ( given how weary people are still ) but what she doesn’t expect is someone approaching.“ what brings you over to my little area ? “

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verity is in the corner of the room it’s not that unusual, ( given how weary people are still ) but what she doesn’t expect is someone approaching.“ what brings you over to my little area ? “
open starter / inaugural gala.
HE’S LOST. tragically lost, really. it’s not even a product of him adjusting to the new world, really — he’s an adaptable guy, he’ll tell anyone who asks, because it does tend to be the first question — this is just his simple being. regulus isn’t entirely sure why he was invited to this ( the ministry’s attempt at peacemaking ? a ploy to get more information as to what to expect from him ? ), and he’s even less sure as to why he actually wound up coming besides a generalized idea of ‘ i really need to figure out some of this shit sometime. ‘ it’s the archives, that’s what he’s sure of. things don’t look terribly different, but he never spent much time in the ministry even before. “ OH, HELLO, “ his voice is soft, london accent mixed with a general distaste for raising his voice, and he wishes he could figure this out himself, but it’s verging on two hours into this aimless roam, and it’s getting excessive at this point. but he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s lost, alright ? he’s a capable guy. so, instead, branding on a smile, he tilts his head, “ how are you tonight ? enjoying the... festivities ? “
JANUARY 31ST, 2021. the shock that kingsley shacklebolt’s abrupt resignation ( and subsequent statement ) caused throughout the community is only beginning to ebb when stately owls begin distributing the handsome black & gold invites to the inaugural gala. it was to be expected eventually, but anyone who’s curiosity strayed to the traditional event would have been forgiven for expecting a delay. the show must go on is the general feeling, and what a show it’ll be - only the FINEST symphony orchestra hired to play throughout the evening, and only the most expensive of foods imported to be served to highly esteemed guests ( and the ‘regular’ ministry workers, to boot ). it’s as much an evening to wine, dine & dance as it is an opportunity to rub shoulders with the wixen elite, and anyone who’s anyone - or who HOPES to be someone, someday - jumps at the opportunity to attend. you don’t really have to like the minister to like what the ministers contacts can get you.
he’s destined to be a controversial figure, though none could have guessed that it would be MINISTER KARKAROFF’S own daughter who would attempt to steal the spotlight on his very special day. she pops her head in. smiles for some front page pictures for the daily prophet. and then mysteriously disappears. word has somehow spread about the BLOWOUT houseparty that she’s hosting at none other than the ministers own manor - and did you hear that rumour about the hobgoblins performing ? this event promises what the other simply can’t, which is, of course, more FUN than you can handle.
“ is this what these parties are like ? “ harper inquires, maybe a little too bright eyed. okay so maybe she’d never been much of a party goer, she had just been convinced by her best friend. “ i have to admit i’m having a pretty good time.”