Emma is dancing with some other eight year old
Emma laughing because she finds this fun
Evan would just be dancing with another young girl occasionally leaning in to whisper something in her ear to make her giggle and blush.
Emma watches Evan and rolls her eyes
Evan feels a gaze on him although just resumes his posture.
Emma keeps dancing with David Parkinson
Emma starts to giggle a bit louder
Evan would be dancing with Annabelle although eventually growing tired of his muse.
Evan the song would change queuing a change of partners and Evan would carefully excuse himself before slipping infront of David cutting easily into Emma's step and replacing himself with David.
Emma: What do you think you're doing?
Evan: You required a new partner. That's me.
Evan smirks a little with this as he looked at her.
Evan: Plus Fawley was boring me.
Emma: Everything bores you.
Evan: Untrue. Not everything. Plus I saw you looking so. . . Parkinson must've bored you too.
Emma: I was just noticing how you were treating Fawley.
Emma: You *look* like you were having fun with her.
Evan: That's the job isn't it? Look like we're having fun?
Evan spins her out before returning to hold once more.
Emma: Not *that* much fun.
Emma sighs as she is spun back into him
Emma: Besides I'm not having much fun-
Emma: and maybe you should leave some of your fun to the imagination
Emma: ... at least that's what mother says
Evan: But my imagination is so overactive at times Em. I can't help it. Anyway you seem to be enjoying yourself perfectly well. . .
Evan steps into a complicated sequence seeing if she can keep up.
Emma: What was it that gave me away?
Emma struggles for a second before going into pace with him
Emma: Me rolling my eyes or me sighing?
Evan arches his eyebrow a little then.
Evan: Oh both, although the level at which you were giggling. . . Obviously attempting to catch someone's attention. . .
Emma: Mother says I have to marry one of you.
Evan: Uhuh . . Then why was he looking at Queen during the time he spent dancing with you?
Evan: Mm. . . Sorry to say that isn't the type of man you want for a marriage partner.
Evan glances at David who is looking at Queen occasionally.
Emma: He was not looking at Liz... He couldn't have been...
Evan: Excuse me? Is your brain not functioning? As I said that isn't the type of man you want. You need someone. . . Dedicated.
Emma: But I'm just so much prettier....
Evan: You are, and might I say that dress. . . Beautiful Em.
Evan: One of your mother's latest designs?
Emma looks at him and smiles, blushing a bit more
Emma: Oh... yes. A custom Vanity.
Emma: I think that the diamonds really bring out my eyes.
Emma: What were you saying before?
Evan nods his head in agreement with this.
Evan: Very nice, mother seems interested in your own mother's latest line.
Emma: Mother says that it's her best work yet- toping even last fall's line up.
Evan: Mm she is. . . and yes it appears diamonds do show the best of your eyes. As for what I was saying. . . David really isn't the best match. . . Looking at other women when with you. . .
Evan spins her out once again and back.
Emma: It's theme is the pond underwater- relating to Narcissus tragic tale...
Emma: Thank you, I thought so as well.
Emma looks back at David
Emma: I mean I trust you.
Evan: Oh really? I'm sure mother will be inquiring she always does enjoy buying from such a prestigious line.
Evan: Of course you should trust me, why wouldn't you?
Emma: It's going to be worth it, I keep hearing and you know they host these balls to show case previews.
Emma: ... well if I was anyone else I wouldn't trust Evan Rosier.
Evan: Hold up now, why would nobody else not trust me?
Emma: Girls say that you lie about things.
Evan frowns a little although more curious than pissed
Emma: and that you've tasted fire whiskey before.
Emma whispers the word fire whiskey
Evan arches his eyebrow a little more and laughs quietly.
Evan: I've tasted fire whiskey before. . . My family do own the biggest Vineyards this side of the Atlantic. . .
Evan glances around for a moment before looking back at her.
Evan: How about we escape?
Emma: I'm in my mother fashion
Evan: But it's oh so hot in here. . . It wouldn't be long. . .
Emma: It's not that hot in here, Evan.
Emma another boy tries to cut in
Emma raises her eyebrow questionably at said boy
Evan glares a little at him.
Evan: Can you not see we're dancing here. . .
Evan returns his attention to Emma as another song starts.
Emma: Yeah, off with you.
Emma waves her hand at him
Emma: Alright, Evan let's go somewhere
Emma: I'm a bit tired anyway and
Emma looks at her mother
Emma: She never watches me much.
Evan eventually breaks from hold keeping his grip on her arm as he guides her smoothly from the floor towards the hallway.
Evan guides her towards the balcony then.
Emma: It is a lot cooler out here.
Emma: And I guess it's nice not to see you making those girls blush.
Emma doesn't really understand why it bothers her besides him being a best friend
Evan: It's much better. . . And do you have an issue with it Em? I noticed you blushing earlier.
Evan eventually stops letting his gaze go over the lit grounds.
Emma: Oh well, mother says blushing makes a girl more attractive....
Emma watches the grounds with him
Emma: So I just- I don't have an issue with it.
Evan: Well it does become you. . .
Evan smiles a little then.
Emma smiles and blushes at his words, realizes she is doing and puts her hand over her mouth
Emma: You look very handsome your self, as always.
Evan: I have your mother to thank for this particular attire. . .
Emma: Oh really? I thought I recognized it.
Evan: Mm she designed it just for me this one. . . Rather honoured. . .
Evan glances aside at her then.
Emma: I'm very proud of my mothers work.
Emma: Could I see- the stich on the back?
Emma: And oh would you like to say something?
Emma goes over to him and looks at the tag on the back
Evan turns a little then.
Emma is half hugging him while she tries to see what it says and she's on her tippytoes
Evan frowns a little with this as she half hugs him.
Emma: But yeah what did you want to say?
Emma is clearly pleased at what she saw and even giggles a bit
Evan nods a little with this.
Evan: I was going to ask whether you'd considered the marriage oredeal/
Evan turns to face her as he says this.
Emma narrows her eyes, curiously but skeptical
Emma: Also aren't you curious to what's on your tag!
Emma: Or do you already know?
Evan: And no. . . I don't know.
Evan looks at her a little in disbelief she questioned what he said.
Emma: And yeah, what do you mean?
Evan: Oh? Well that's nice. . .
Evan: And well I meant. Have you thought about. . . Who you're going to eventually marry?
Emma: You don't think it's just great?
Emma mystified why he doesn't care
Emma: Well I don't have a choice, Evan.
Emma: I get to be given to some very lucky boy.
Evan: Well I know. . . But have you thought about it?
Evan: Just because you'll be given doesn't mean you haven't thought about it. .
Emma: I'm not suppose too..
Evan: Come on. . . You can tell me.
Emma: But only with boys I could marry!
Evan: So you're saying you've talked about it with other people?
Evan frowns a little glancing at her.
Emma: I haven't talked about it with anyone.
Emma: But I have thought about marriage and... choosing...
Evan: So who have you thought about choosing if you could?
Emma: I don't think it's really any of your business Rosier
Evan: You said you trusted me earlier. . .
Emma: It's not a matter of trust!
Emma: Maybe a girl should have secrets
Emma: maybe it's .... David
Emma looks at him nervously
Evan: . . . After what he did?
Evan: When dancing with you?
Evan shakes his head a little with this.
Emma: ... I said it could be.
Emma: He made a small mistake.
Evan: Very large don't you mean?
Emma: How was it very large?
Emma: A man's eye can wander....
Evan: . . . He doesn't deserve you if he does things like that.
Emma: My parents would be the judge of that
Emma walks a bit closer to him and looks out to the lights
Evan senses her moving closer and glances aside at her before looking back to the grounds.
Evan: So you haven't considered anyone other than him? I know a better candidate. . .
Emma: I haven't considered him.
Evan frowns a little with this and shrugs off his jacket moving this around her shoulders.
Evan: Well. . . I've considered someone. . .
Emma smiles and looks down holding it around her, admiring the red vest
Emma: Red looks good on you.
Emma: And who have you considered?
Emma pretending not to care
Evan: So long as it's burgundy. . .
Evan: Not the bright flashy. . .
Evan pauses as she queries who he'd considered.
Emma: Burgundy looks good on you. agreed.
Evan: Maybe. . . Someone.
Evan rubs a hand carefully through his hair.
Emma grins happily at him finally looking at him again
Evan glances at Em again for a second meeting her gaze.
Evan: You have. . . Some hair in your. . . Face.
Evan carefully brushes a stray strand aside then.
Emma looks at him, holding her breath, read in books this was suppose to be very exciting and romantic
Emma smiles a bit more and takes a step closer
Evan pauses looking at her a little awkward as she stepped closer swallows nervously for some reason mentally kicking himself.
Emma bites her lip and shuffles her feet for a second
Evan seems a little awkward his posture tense before he quickly leans in and presses a kiss to her lips.
Emma presses her lips against him softly, very surprised
Emma moves in a bit closer
Evan seems a little surprised at her kissing him back although as read in his books he pulled her a little closer.
Emma can't believe she is being pulled in closer
Emma puts her arm around his neck and very, very slightly parts her lips
Evan seems to relax a little as she placed her arms around his neck his head tilting a little to the right before he realised what was happening and he broke away looking at her.
Evan: Think. . . That says who. . . I maybe. . . Considered. . .
Emma: Well. You would be good choice too.
Evan: Uh. . . Well yes. . . You. . .
Emma: I have considered you at well...
Emma goes to hold onto the railing and looks away not knowing what to do
Evan nods a little wondering why they never wrote the awkward feeling he currently had into the books.
Evan: Having. . . A er. . . Good evening?
Evan: Leaving? Why. . . Where would I be going? Everyone else was boring at the party. . .
Emma: You said having a good evening....
Emma: Right. I'm having a good night.
Emma: I- that was my first kiss...
Evan: I was. . . Inquiring as to how your evening had been so far. . . Well it's good to know it was. . . Good
Emma: .... I hope you didn't ruining me!
Evan lets his eyes widen a little then.
Evan: What? How is. . . That?
Evan: It was my first kiss too okay!
Emma: I'm not pure anymore.
Emma: And I'm only eight and a half.
Evan: How? Em. . . You're . . . Fine
Evan takes his family ring from his finger and holds it out.
Evan: There. . . Just. . . Take it.
Emma: Evan you simply can't!
Evan: No it's a necklace Merlin. . .
Evan: And I have so there.
Emma: ... Where is the chain?
Emma: ... oh was that sarcasm again?
Evan: Oh Merlin. . . Yes it was sarcasm
Emma: Does this mean what I think it means...
Evan: Yes. . . Or I think so?
Emma: What does it mean then?
Evan: Aren't you going to tell me?
Liz Queen joined the chat
Emma: It means what you think it means?
Evan: . . . I wouldn't have asked you about it. . . And then given it to you if I didn't think it meant something.
Evan: I'm going back to the party now. . . Unless I'm required to explain that too. . .
Emma: Does this mean that we're going to get married?
Evan: . . . Yes I. . . Well yes.
Emma: You can promise that!
Evan: I don't know! I just kissed you.
Emma claps her hand excitedly
Emma: Mother says I have to listen to males!
Emma: AND SO this MUST be true!
Evan: . . . Well. . . I hope I'm a male otherwise that could be problematic. . .
Emma: I bet I'm the FIRST person to get arranged this young!
Emma: Don't even say things like that.
Emma looks him up and down
Evan: You're the one who clarified it Merlin.
Evan: I'm going inside now.
Evan shakes his head and walks past her to the hallway once more.
Emma smiles and puts it on
Emma: Oh my goodness it's beautiful...
Emma: He might actually like me...
Evan keeps heading down the corridor back to the party.
Emma rushes at a good speed to find Liz
Liz Queen: *sitting at a table* Yes, Emma?
Emma: Daivd things you're pretty!
Evan glances at Emma shoot past and heads over to the 'drinks' table.
Emma: But Evan thinks I'm pretty!
Emma takes out a fan from her little purse
Liz Queen: *eyes widen* What? Well of course he does. You look really pretty tonight.
Emma: It's the diamonds !
Emma: Anyway, Evan kissed me!
Evan has gotten himself some punch and a glass for Emma and Liz to be polite.
Evan carries these over to the table where they are and pauses for a moment.
Emma Carrying the fan closed and hanging from her left hand
Evan: Drinks for the ladies. . .
Liz Queen: He kissed you? Well, that's wonderful... *turns to Evan* Thank you.
Evan inclines his head and places the drink down after Emma takes this from him.
Evan: Quite welcome madame.
Emma: He gave me his ring!
Evan glances at Liz apologetically being stood behind Emma.
Evan mouthing awkwardly.
Liz Queen: It's very lovely. *nods head with polite smile*
Emma: Are you sure you're allowed to give this to me?
Evan looks at Emma with this for a moment.
Emma: I think it's simply marvelous
Emma: Evan said that we can get married now.
Emma: Should I trust him?
Emma looks at Liz expectantly
Liz Queen: ...Trust no one but yourself absolutely...
Liz Queen: But if you want to.. you can.
Emma: I'm not suppose to trust you.
Emma: Should I give you the ring back-?
Evan: Well you can keep the ring.
Evan: I have. . . Other places to be I suppose.
Evan: Good to. . . See you Liz.
Emma: Where else must you be?
Evan: Not here. Obviously.
Liz Queen: Why not here Evan?
Evan looks at Liz and shakes his head a little.
Evan: I think my mother might be looking for me. Wouldn't want to keep her waiting.
Evan knowing Emma can't argue with this.
Evan: No I'm not. She asked for me to check in with her on the hour. . . And it is by my timing on the hour.
Liz Queen: I suppose that's correct. Let him go Vanity, obviously he doesn't want to be around.
Evan looks at his watch and nods his head.
Emma: He doesn't want to be around?
Emma looks between the two of them and sits down
Emma: I don't really feel like dancing anymore
Evan: I'm just. . . Not needed here by you I suppose.
Emma puts the ring back on her
Emma: So you don't want to be around me?
Evan looks at Liz and then to Emma and back again.
Emma pouts slightly and sips her punch
Evan: No. . . I just. . . Em. . .
Liz Queen: *hides a smirk behind her fan*
Emma: You shouldn't just be needed around....
Emma: I just- if you wanted to get away.... then go ahead....
Emma: I don't need you to lie
Evan glances at Liz a little awkwardly then and then to Emma.
Evan: No. My mother can wait.
Evan adjusts his jacket and moves to take the seat beside Emma not intimidated by Liz.
Evan not this time at least.
Emma looks hopefully at him
Liz Queen: Oh she can? What a change in the time-span of two seconds.
Evan: . . . Yes I'm sure. Anyway, you seemed to require my presence more than she. So obviously the best thing would be to stay.
Evan gives a polite but stern smile to Liz as he took a drink of his punch.
Emma: That's very nice of you Evan.
Emma smiles at her two friends
Emma: So what do you think of David, Liz?
Evan takes another sip of his drink.
Liz Queen: I find him to be a bore. But at least he's nice.
Emma: He's not that boring...
Emma: I laughed at his jokes.
Liz Queen: Of course you did.
Evan just sits here taking occasional sips of his drink.
Liz Queen: Oh nothing, just that you have a lovely sense of humor
Emma: And what about Annabelle?
Emma looks at the ring again
Evan: What about Annabelle?
Liz Queen: *nods politely*
Emma: Oh what do you think of her?
Evan: Me? Oh. . . She's not that great.
Emma: Then what could you have possibly been whispering her ear?
Evan: . . . Nothing really important. I was bored and you were dancing.
Evan: With a guy who was looking at Liz here. . .
Evan shrugs a little taking another drink.
Emma: I don't see what's so wrong with me that my dance partner couldn't keep his eyes on me!
Liz Queen: He probably just thought I looked odd.
Liz Queen: Only reason he would look at me instead of you... of course.
Evan looks at Liz a little confused then.
Emma opens up at fan and starts to fan herself again
Emma: So maybe David could like me...
Evan looks back at Emma a little incredulously.
Liz Queen: Posisbility...
Evan and then back to Liz still incredulous.
Liz Queen: *looks at Evan like, Hey who am I to ruin her fun*
Emma sips her punch and finishes it
Evan just shakes his head a little placing his glass down.
Emma: I'm going to get me something else to drink- and possibly something to eat
Emma looks worried for a second
Emma: Just... don't run off somewhere?
Evan looks at Liz before back to Emma.
Emma looks at him and holds her breath
Emma: Unless you want to?
Evan: Uh. . . No it's fine. . . Where would I . . . Run to?
Evan: I'll just stay . . . Here.
Emma goes to the drink table
Emma looks at all the punches
Emma can't really decided what she wants
Evan looks at Liz awkwardly.
Liz Queen: You picked wonderfully Evan.
Emma looks at the adult drinks
Emma wonders if Evan really tried Firewhiskey
Evan: I mean. . . Yeah. . . Of course.
Evan of course Evan has tried Firewhiskey.
Emma is a bit freaked out she kissed someone who could have drunk firewhiskey
Emma doesn't like any of these punches anymore
Emma goes for pure orange juice
Evan looks at his empty glass for a moment.
Liz Queen: *just looks around boredly*
Evan: How's. . . Your evening been?
Liz Queen: There is never anyone interesting here.
Emma takes a cup pours some into it
Emma looks at Evan and Liz
Emma happy they haven't run offed
Liz Queen: So it's been boring
Emma continues her journey of food
Emma continues her journey of food
Emma goes to pick out grapes and strawberries
Emma looks around for something else
Evan: So why do they bore you? Surely they're not all. . . Terrible conversationalists. . .
Emma a lot of it is grown up food Emma does not want
Liz Queen: Because they do. They can't keep my interest. It's not their fault...completely.
Emma is upset at lack of food she can eat
Evan: Well that's a shame. . . Not completely? So essentially it is?
Emma takes some cucumbers
Evan: Mm. Curious mindframe that although I can sympathise . . .
Liz Queen: And yet you find Emma amusing.
Evan: She's the person I've known my entire life. . . But she does have some redeeming qualities. . . If you exclude the incessant chattering. . .
Evan looks thoughtful for a moment.
Emma takes more things that she doesn't know what they are
Emma and some rice balls
Liz Queen: Oh yes. The self-centeredness. The shallowness. That irritating voice.
Evan pauses and looks away for a moment.
Evan: Well I can't argue about the voice but. . . She does have good taste in literature. . .
Liz Queen: Well, that might be the one thing that's fine about her.
Evan: And. . . She does have an interesting fascination with . . . Quidditch.
Evan shakes his head a little.
Evan: Would you care to dance?
Emma gets another two oranges
Evan: Give us something to do rather than sit here . . .
Emma gets another two oranges
Emma starts walking back
Liz Queen: *stares at him* I would say yes, but Vanity's walking back.
Evan hears this and sighs a little.
Evan: Well. . . It would've been nice. Although I suppose it's the best call with Em.
Liz Queen: Why, itching to dance with me?
Emma: What are you guys talking about?
Evan: . . . Fashion obviously.
Liz Queen: All your wonderful qualities.
Evan: And that of course.
Liz Queen: Why don't you tell her some of them.
Emma: I love my dress, was it about that?
Evan: Oh gosh I've done enough tonight.
Evan: Liz why don't you share.
Evan: I need a refill. . .
Emma looks at Liz excitedly
Emma: I got you a refill!
Evan takes his glass and gets up leaving quickly.
Emma shows the two other glasses-
Liz Queen: Well you're so pretty. And your voice is just darling.
Liz Queen: ANd your love for Quidditch is fascinating.
Liz Queen: There's just so much
Emma: Boys that my voice rivals an angels!
Emma looks at her excitedly
Liz Queen: I don't see why you wouldn't. And that sounds...perfect
Emma looks at her excitedly
Liz Queen: I don't see why you wouldn't. And that sounds...perfect
Emma: I would like it if I were to be allowed to married Evan for real.
Evan gets a refill of his drink with this then.
Evan glances over his shoulder at Emma and Liz just stalling.
Emma: But there are some things that even a Vanity can't have.
Evan turns back to the table fiddling with glasses.
Emma gives a weak smiles at Liz
Liz Queen: Well, you might be surprised.
Liz Queen: You may get him
Emma: My mother promised me disappointment
Liz Queen: My father promised me nothing, but sometimes, what we are promised and what we get are two different things.
Emma: ... Well my parents hardly make promises.
Emma: She seemed very sure in this regard.
Liz Queen: If Evan wants you, he will have you. That's the end of that.
Emma: Evan is just a little boy like me.
Liz Queen: Yes, but one day we'll grow up.
Emma: Well. I'm not a little boy.
Liz Queen: And we wont be little
Emma: you think it will mean something?
Emma looks at the ring unsure
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