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 ? “
𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the ministry of magic . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open ! @startertms
he's all splendour and brilliance in the limelight , made 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 beautiful when he basks in the burn of the sole spotlight . harsh lines become intricately carved ( fine marble , STRIKING in beauty rather than terror ) and it's amazing how he comes to life under the scope of 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 attention . newly - minted minister for magic offers gracious smiles , flute after flute of champagne ; he almost looks like a man instead of labryinthine machination . unaware of who he's turned to , charm floods 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 into the curl of a winning smile . “ i do hope you're enjoying the evening thus far . i must apologise for my speech earlier , i do have a tendency to . . . waffle . ”
Tonks does technically work for the Ministry, but she would admit that she doesn’t exactly feel like she does. She feels like a separate entity than other parts of the Ministry, so she always felt out of place at these galas. But, any excuse to wear a nice suit.
She doesn’t mean to, but she realizes she is patrolling the gala rather than actually participating. She didn’t always see eye to eye with Kingsley, but she’d be loyal to him until the very end. The tension in her body hardly eases as she also realizes she practically sees Remus everywhere. A long sigh and a big swig of a drink later, she forces herself to engage.
“So,” Tonks walks up to the nearest person she could find. “What a wild couple of days it’s been, huh?” Good Merlin, since when was she this awkward? She smiles in hopes the other didn’t take care.
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.
“ tell anyone to piss off yet ? ” mary pauses in the threshold of a meeting space in one of the halls beyond the gala , tone dry and the fraction of a grin bordering impish . it’s a room of ghosts , as circumstance would have it -- harry moreso than herself , perhaps , but haunted all the same . a requiem for roots refusing to wither as the ashes of a burning rome falls around them . “ some of them need to hear it , if y'ask me . ” dark - haired witch pushes off the jamb , balancing a wine glass in hand as she settles atop an edge of the long , empty table . “ you managing all right ? ”
:) for @herisen
she hadn’t been at the gala long before a crystal glass filled with champagne was in kaela’s hands. she hadn’t been there LONG before her stomach was in knots. honesty was not a virtue she held near and dear and yet ; singing false praises of her father, painting on a smile for the press that was nothing but a SHAM weighed heavy. ( she was a solid picture of support - no one would expect what was up her sleeve ). a sigh escapes her lips as gray hues scan the room in a moment of faux solace, only to realize she had COMPANY beside her. “mrs. malfoy.” she opts for FORMALITIES. “i was just admiring the decorations. they’re very nice, though i do think black and GOLD is a bit played out. expected. don’t you think?” @toujovrspurs
“You should drink water with alcohol, keeps away the terrible hangovers.” Helen looks at Cerise with a pointed look that could be mistaken for scolding. They could be nice, even if scolding Cerise was the closest they got to doing so. But Helen did go through all the effort of getting Cerise a glass. “And I don’t want to have to babysit you all night if you get messy drunk.”
@ofenchantment - Cerise !