LOCATION: malfoy manor DATE: evening, 22 june 1979 AVAILABILITY: for @severedprince
It had been a warm solstice, she supposed for English standards, and there was some lingering warmth even in the charmed air inside Malfoy manor. Even after a short time spent with them, she can identify the specific brand of their events with its heavily curated list of guests, all with a similar background, certain to be the subject of an inspirational spread in the society pages of the Prophet. Class, tradition and elegance are their keys, she thought, out of reach for the average reader, but not so far it creates explicit animosity.
She knew right away when he stepped through the door, that he was an exception to that rule. She’s watched him for a bit, in between laughing and dancing in the center of the room, and there’s something in the set of his shoulders that screamed discomfort to her; his dress robes worn with what she guesses at to be disdain. The song played by the string quartet changes into something slower she can’t quite get a hold on, and his appearance is more interesting than chasing the music. She drifts to the sides of the room and grasps a flute of one thing or another on her way there.
“Not interested in dancing? I’ve heard it was this or an enchanted harp.”
