#stellarpevent03

[checkmate-darling]

Severus sat watching the people in the Lestrange fundraiser with a cautious eye. He expected some sort of payback tonight for all they’d done, though what exactly he wasn’t sure. All the same, he wanted the event to be successful, and to at least make enough money they could fund their public plot of making Rodolphus Minister, since often that was forgotten in the great battle of the Deatheaters and Order.  Seeing someone near his table, he looked up at them and half-smiled. “Are you enjoying yourself? Or shall I ask you to dance or get you a drink to make the night more enjoyable?”

[goodoldfashioned-tonks]

Ted was surprisingly adept at events like the Lestrange Political Fundraiser for someone that wasn’t raised going to events like this all the time. His family had always been more of the type to have a close holiday party not an event to this scale. Yet slowly, he had become used to it and even developed a taste for them. He had to, with Andromeda as his fiance. 

So, he laughed with them and grabbed champagne flutes and smiled his most charming smile-- all the while his gaze lingered over to wherever it was that Andromeda happened to be, just to  catch her eye for the briefest of moments kept him going. 

And finally, he was caught and he smiled impishly at the person he was talking to, “I’m so sorry, I just...got distracted. What was that?”

[nrcissa-black-archived]

It was like she was in her own personal hell. When her boss had told her that he was sending her to do a piece on the Lestrange fundraiser, she had thought that he was kidding. But he wasn’t. And here she was, standing outside of her own home, trying to get up the nerve to walk in. She hadn’t been there since she was thirteen, had never thought that she would be walking through those doors again. There was so much pain in that manor, so much that she had repressed and refused to think about. It was almost cruel that her boss had asked her to do this, he knew that she was a Black. But perhaps that was exactly why he wanted her to go. Finally gathering the courage, she followed the steady stream of people going into the manor and was taken aback by how much had changed. And how much hadn’t. She spotted a portrait of her Father, and looked away.

She felt like she was in a dream as she made her way to the ball room, keeping her eyes forward and refusing to look anywhere else. Narcissa had to remind herself to breathe when she caught sight of her mother several feet away. She had no intention of running into her sisters or her mother, had no plan of staying longer than necessary to get a few quotes, to hear Rodolphus undoubtedly give a speech of some sort, and then she was returning home to get out of this horrific dress that she was wearing and change into sweatpants and a comfy t-shirt and watch a movie on her couch all night. She paused outside of the ballroom for a long moment, flashes of herself as a little girl, dancing in the empty room flitting through her mind. She closed her eyes and finally went into the room and stood around for a moment. 

“I’m with the Prophet, would you care to comment?” She finally asked the first person near her.

[doeeyedmeadowes]

Doe honestly couldn’t care less about politics, about Rodolphus Lestrange, or about this election. But Emm had convinced her to come, and she figured that there would be food and booze, and Doe wasn’t one to turn that down. Wearing a dress was never her sort of thing, she much preferred to be comfortable, but she knew that she couldn’t get away with her usual jeans and a t-shirt, so she had traded it in for a simple black dress. Mingling through the crowd, a glass of champagne in her hand, she held back the urge to roll her eyes when Rodolphus began to speak. Politics were just so boring and nothing could convince her otherwise. 

“Thank Merlin for all of the alcohol. I can’t listen to this speech sober,” she said to nobody in particular.

[fervorblack]

Regulus fixed his tie, the only sign of nervous energy he exhibited as he waded through various people, heading towards the drinks table. He hated events like these - it always reminded him of the events his adoptive parents had forced him and Sirius to attend when they were children. But Helena’s presence was required, and he’d do anything for her. So here he was, mingling, or rather supporting her mingling. He’d only left her side to get a drink for both himself and Helena. Finding the table, he poured two glasses of wine, and turned back around when he knocked into someone, spilling some wine over himself. Nice going Reg, barely a couple hours into this thing and you’ve already spilled something on yourself. “Merlin, I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz.” he said as he put the glasses down, grabbing serviettes “I didn’t get any on you did I?”

[alexandermckxnnon]

LESTRANGE POLITICAL FUNDRAISER. the black manor open starter

Alexander had always made it a point not to choose a side in the current political climate. The Death Eaters, the Order. His siblings may have chosen to fight, but things were different for him. He had a business to help run, a family legacy to carry on. He couldn’t afford to get caught up in a fight over which side deserved to rule. Really, he didn’t care who ended up winning this fight, so long as they continued to let the McKinnon family business succeed the way it always had. 

So his attendance at the Lestrange fundraiser had nothing to do with loyalty to Rodolphus Lestrange’s campaign for minister. Alexander knew enough to know that the two candidates for minister were puppets for the two sides of the fight, and just as he wouldn’t choose a side, he also wouldn’t choose a candidate. But it was important for the McKinnon family business to have his presence here. Besides, it was an excellent time to network, and the free alcohol certainly was a bonus.

After Rodolphus made his speech (a mediocre job, Alexander wondered who wrote it for him and whether he could convince the man to hire the McKinnons in the future), Alexander continued to scan the party, looking for someone to chat with next. The glass of scotch in his hands was nearly empty, so he decided to stop by the bar before hitting his next target. Making a beeline, Alexander ordered another drink and then leaned back to wait for it, looking over to see someone to his right. “Enjoying the party?” 

[theblackestandromeda]

THE BLACK MANOR. lestrange fundraiser event OPEN starter

Andromeda stood in the middle of the ballroom of her family home, a look of great satisfaction on her face. The event was in full swing, and so far everything had gone off without a hitch. The room was full of supporters and potential donors, and the thought that she had made all of this happen filled Andromeda with more pride than she had experienced in a long time (or, at least, since her idea to kill James Potter had been accomplished, but somehow that pride had been short lived). This was what she had been raised for, and to know that the next stage of their plans was so far going so successfully made the rest of her worries fade, at least for the night.

Taking a sip from the glass flute of champagne in her hand, she looked down at her gown, knowing that she looked fabulous. She had put great care into her appearance, knowing that eyes would be on her and Bella as the hostesses of this gala. Andromeda was comfortable in the public eye -- she had been raised to be poised no matter what the circumstances. But she knew that it required her to look the part. 

Looking around the room, a smile came to her face as she caught a glimpse of Ted, who looked quite handsome in the suit she had picked out for him. He was doing just as great as the rest of them, looking comfortable and at ease in this world of hers. Passing over him, she continued to scan the crowd, looking for someone who was unoccupied and might need some attention from the hostess. As she looked, she sensed someone approach her, and she turned around with a smile on her face, ready to greet them. 

[kxshacklebolt]

It had been Lily’s idea to storm the Lestrange fundraiser and cause chaos, and Kingsley had been hesitant at first, but he had to admit it was a pretty fantastic idea. Not to mention, it didn’t hurt his political campaign that Rodolphus Lestrange’s event had ended in such a way. Kingsley had opted not to go with the group infiltrating the Black Manor, choosing instead to stay behind and be ready at headquarters for when Lily returned with Ted Tonks in tow. It was better for someone to stay behind and prepare for the interrogation, and this way there was no chance of Kingsley being discovered and implicated in the attack, which would only hurt their ambitions for him to win in this race. 

He sat at the table with a mug of tea in hand, waiting for the others to return to headquarters. The first person to arrive was Mary MacDonald, who would station herself there in order to tend to any injuries that Order members might receive. As she entered headquarters, Kingsley stood up to greet her. “Mary, how did things go?” 

@mary-mxcdonxld