Thread: Malcolm Baddock & Gwendolyn Montgomery
Who: Malcolm Baddock and Gwendolyn Montgomery
When: Saturday, May 2
Where: Ministry of Magic's War Benefit Gala
What: I'm sure there's plenty of people who are surprised that Malcolm is showing his face at the function, but hey! Always better to show false support then none at all. Besides, how else is he suppose to try and score a late night after party with everyone attending, right?
Status: In-Progress


Dressed in a black suit with a dark gray shirt, Malcolm was teetering on the fine line between formal and semi-formal. Perhaps it was the simple fact that he had neglected the tie and left the first two buttons undone on his shirt. His shirt was untucked and he looked like he was simply looking for a good time rather than respecting just why the event was being held. No matter. He cared little about the events of the war or the aftermath. All he knew was that he was alive and wasn't rotting away in prison like others were. That didn't mean he was going to shower the Ministry or those involved with praises and thanks. What did he have to thank them for anyway?

He had made his own rounds, complementing the well-dressed ladies and offering even prettier ones drinks and dances. He had lost count as to how many birds he had had in his arms throughout the evening, but he certainly didn't complain. There was one bird in particular that he had been keeping an eye on throughout the course of the evening. A certain blonde ex-Slytherin who Malcolm knew he'd have a smashing good time with if he had the chance.

Sliding up behind Gwen, Malcolm slide a hand against her waist, grinning against her ear. "Were you hiding from me, luv?"

Balls were her absolute favourite, there was absolutely nothing better than spending a few hours with your closest friends, dancing and enjoying their company. She'd spent the majority of the ball with her girl friends, occasionally excusing herself for a dance with a lovely boy here and there. She'd just had a lovely time teasing the ever adorable Terry Boot when she'd returned back to her mates, the currrent topic of discussion being men, though this was hardly unusual. It was as she was doing this that Gwen heard someone coming up behind her.

Gwendolyn smiled to herself as she felt someone touch her waist. She found herself smiling as the familiar voice sounded in her ear. Ah Malcolm. She did so very much enjoy his attention. Giving the girls a look, which was promptly followed by a little bit of giggling as they moved away, Gwen smiled. Whirling around then, Gwendolyn glanced up at Malcolm. "Ever heard that the chase is the best part of the game?" she asked, jutting out her lower lip ever so slightly in a pout.


Malcolm's grin widened when she turned to face him and he gave her a long once over. While most girls usually looked good in whatever they wore, there was just something about an attractive female in a fancy dress that was high on any man's fantasty list. "I do like a good chase every now and then. Damn shame I didn't play one in school, though." Malcolm snickered, taking a step closer to her. He took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Not only did he adore women in fancy dresses, but he adored the scent of most of those same women. Gwendolyn was certainly one of those women. They were practically intoxicating; Malcolm easily could pick them over a good pint or two.

"Care for a quick spin out there or should I jus' move forward and take you over to th'corner in the other room for a good snog?" He raised a brow with a smirk. His hand remained on her waist while his other hand trailed down the length of her arm, his head tilting to one side. "Entirely up to you, luv, but I'll get you in th'corner eventually. Just take a bit of time if you don't take th'offer now."


Gwendolyn's eyes instinctively slid over Malcolm's body just as he checked her out, he looked rumpled but every bit as sexy as she last saw him. She didn't blink as Malcolm stepped toward her, instead she found herself running her hands across the lapels of his jacket, as if to smooth out the fabric. "You would have made a brilliant chaser." Something about that look just made her want to touch him. Trying her best to behave like a lady, however, Gwendolyn quickly lowered her hands, though her eyes never left his face. With Malcolm so close, there were only a few things she could think of, and none of them involved the dance floor, which she was sure he'd mention in just a moment

Her breath then caught in her throat as Malcolm offered the snog. She wasn't sure why the reaction, it wasn't like he'd offered a shag, but something about him always got to her. There was no point in denying the sexual attraction as Gwen shivered slightly when his hand moved down her arm. She glanced behind her as if to search out the corner of which he'd been speaking. It was so bloody tempting, though she wouldn't let him know that. No, she needed to behave herself, at least for the first part of the evening.

Gwendolyn shook her head finally, the loose curls bouncing with the movement. She stepped closer and leaned in instead, so only he could hear her. "Dance with me, and maybe I'll let you your fingers beneath the dress," Gwendolyn said with a stunning proper smile as if she hadn't said anything untoward before she stepped back and held out her hand for him to take.