timestamp : 14:03, august 1st, 1950 location : the warded potter family manor tagging : @prospcrina
while the crowd the memorial was sure to draw, although taliesin hoped the pointed focus of such an event would provide a level of shelter, the performance of madame bletchley was at least one thing he looked forward to. much could be said of henry potter, much of which had been said bye aneurin lestrange, but he did have decent taste in musical artists. the tall figure of taliesin lestrange stood at an adequate distance from the stage that had been erected in the courtyard, close enough to listen but not close enough to be in the fray. one hand tucked against his side, while the other carefully held a wine glass someone had handed him, doing his best not to spill any. he almost wishes he had not accepted it, as objects seemed to call more attention to the tremor, but it was too late now.
the set came to an end and those who had their focus absorbed by the voice began to turn away and move about the rest of the memorial, and suddenly taliesin is unsure exactly what he should do next. spotting a familiar face offers a reprieve. ‘ prosperina, ’ he says by way of greeting, stepping forward slightly. ‘ did you enjoy the performance ? ’