cissa-malfcy:
Narcissa placed herself at the front of the ballroom where she could easily receive her guests, and she smiled at each one of them as any good hostess would. Everyone seemed to be in a happy mood– the band was playing an upbeat song and couples were dancing along to it, there was a decent amount of chatter in the place as well as the sound of people laughing, and there was a long line near the tables where the food was laid out. It appeared that things were going smoothly. Despite not being in a festive mood herself, the witch wore a pleasant expression as yet another guest approached her. She gave a small nod of a greeting. “Enjoying yourself?” Narcissa asked.
arthur wished he had just stayed home. honestly, he had never felt more out of place in his life. everyone was wearing fancy clothes while he just had on his least ripped clothes, really. he only had dress robes that looked like they were from two hundered years ago and his sons, all six of them, were here with him. fred and george had almost cost them a fortune, as the two year olds tried to touch (read: throw) everything. ron had been crying quite a big chunk of the evening and persy had just been very short to everyone, again as if he would rather be anywhere else. billie and charlie were his saving grace though. they were the only ones who hadn’t messed up their hair and were actually having kind of nice conversations with everyone.
he looked over at narcissa and really, he had to go greet the malfoys and thank them for the invite. barf, he thought. he decided to go for narcissa as lucius just made him want to set his own hair on fire. “narcissa, hello.” he said. “i am having a fine time yes. thank you for the invite and sorry for showing up with the children. not everyone can afford staff.” he said, not even trying to hide that he really didn’t like people who had others raise their children - which is what he suspected the malfoy’s did.
