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Impetuous Mods ([info]impetuousmods) wrote in [info]impetuousrpg,
@ 2011-11-26 02:39:00

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Entry tags:char: astoria greengrass, char: blaise zabini, char: fleur delacour, char: ginny weasley, char: kyra bundy, char: lavender brown, char: oliver wood, char: pansy parkinson, char: penelope clearwater, char: wayne hopkins, event: charity ball, event: gala

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Charity Gala benefiting St. Mungo's
WHERE: Some awesomely nice place in Wizarding Britain.
WHEN: Sunday, 27 November - Evening



Did it really matter what the charity was for this time? Most of the regular attendees threw their money at whatever cause was being sponsored without giving it another thought. It was all about their image, after all, not the actual philanthropic part of the event. But this particular evening was benefiting St. Mungo's and all of the amazing services they performed for society. The ballroom was decorated and ready for the attendees to begin showing up, the media readily awaiting outside to catch first looks at some of Wizarding Britain's brightest. After all, some of the best gossip happened at these things and if you caught it first, it could make your career.

Inside, things were a bit calmer, at least at first. The open bar was ready to serve the lushes of society and the dance floor was open for any and all combinations of people. With any luck, it would be a relatively drama free evening, though that was doubtful. At least the hospital still managed to benefit in the end, even if the reputations of the people in attendance didn't.

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[info]hajalla_kukka
2011-11-26 11:46 pm UTC (link)
Lavender loved gala season, it was her favorite time of the year. However, St. Mungo's charity tonight? She just wasn't as excited as she normally was. Getting dressed was a hassle, doing her hair was not as fun as normal. Lavender just wasn't in the right frame of mind for the charity event. Everything was grating on her nerves lately, which was leading her to lash out, or just generally get frustrated at everything. Tonight was no different. Bill had pretty much said he didn't want to go and...

And Lavender was frustrated.

Lavender just wanted things to be the way they had been just a couple of weeks ago. She didn't want to be fighting with her husband, she wanted him to be with her tonight, and she certainly didn't want to be the one to apologize to him, when she was sure she hadn't really done anything wrong. But she wasn't going to miss the gala, especially not after buying her seat at one of the tables. So what if Bill didn't want to go? There was always enough drama at these things to keep her entertained for a few hours. And if worse came to worse, she could always just go back home and proposition her husband with sex in place of an apology.

As soon as she entered the awesomely nice place in Wizarding Britain, Lavender made her way to the open bar, staring off with a glass of champagne, which she sipped on while waiting for things to pick up a little more. If she was going to insist on being here, she just wanted to be a little tipsy.

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[info]penny_please
2011-11-27 12:26 am UTC (link)
Two hours. Penny had promised herself that she would be at the gala for no more than two hours which was plenty of time to to meet, greet, mingle and still be at home to curl up on the couch before it got too late. Her journal was in her clutch bag and she'd charmed it to go off everytime she received a comment. It went off with alarming frequency.

Penny had been keeping an eye on her drinks, not wanting a repeat of the last time and had been nursing her drink for forty minutes and looking around the room. Counting down the minutes until she was finished and could get out of the glad rags and back into the clothes she found more comfortable.

Tugging her dress down over her thigh, she wondered for the nth time why she was here and why she'd grown up around galas that meant she couldn't turn down an invitation politely. Penny took another sip, smiling briefly at one of her clients and giving a little wave to the woman who frequented her shop. Merlin, Penny hoped she didn't have to share a table with her.

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[info]rooteddeep
2011-11-27 12:40 am UTC (link)
Oliver was furious. And more than a little drunk. Penny had made him feel stupid and ashamed in one short conversation. He'd purchased tickets to the gala before his mother had passed and in a drunken induced moment of stupidity, Oliver pulled on the suit he'd worn to her funeral and grabbed his ticket off of his nightstand.

Choosing to Floo to the gala, Oliver walked in and made a bee line for Penelope. She looked damn gorgeous and even though he was drunk, in mourning and angry, he couldn't ignore that. Brushing past a handful of people look to give their condolences, Oliver stopped in front of his friend.

"Do you feel anything or is the world one giant arthimancy problem you're trying to figure out?"

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[info]penny_please
2011-11-27 12:57 am UTC (link)
Of all the things she’d been expecting, the very last had been that Oliver would show up to the gala in the same suit she recognised from a few days before. He didn’t look out of place save for the look in his eyes and the way he marched towards her, a determined set to the line of his jaw. Penny deliberately didn’t move from the seat she’d chosen but instead continued to watch him, raising her glass to her lips as she took another sip.

Hearing his little rant, she arched her eyebrows and tried desperately not to let the hurt at his words show on her face. She had more than enough practice at keeping emotions in check, just another reason he was right. “No,” she told him after a heartbeat, putting his actions down to grief, alcohol and just being an absolute ass right now. “I try not to think or to feel or any of those messy little emotions since I’m just a giant autonomous being sent to deliver lectures to those around me who are in desperate need of them.” Another arch of her brow and a challenging look that dared him to try and argue with her. “And you seem to be in need of a lecture. Any other dazzling questions?”

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[info]rooteddeep
2011-11-27 01:31 am UTC (link)
"Yes," he said and grabbed a chair, sitting down across from her. How could she make him feel worse after what he'd gone through? Oliver didn't know how to express that he was hurting and a steady diet of whiskey and turned all of his feelings into anger. "Where do you get off lecturing people? Like you're so fucking perfect? If you're perfect then why are you alone, huh?!"

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(no subject) - [info]penny_please, 2011-11-27 01:42 am UTC
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[info]purepetal
2011-11-27 04:09 am UTC (link)
Pansy stepped into the gala, smiling and posing for the cameras and reporters. But tonight she refused to say much about the werewolf laws, which had again been delayed until the next day. Of course she had to reiterate her talking points because the vote was tomorrow- hopefully. But she'd said everything so many times already she felt like an echo, and honestly, she was so exhausted by the entire thing, she was ready for it to be over. Even if they lost, it would be a relief.

She did a good job of keeping up appearances, but Pansy was about to buckle under all of this pressure. Between her real job and the werewolf things and all the social events, she just wanted to curl up in her bed and sleep for about a year. That might be long enough. But tonight, rather than sprawling out on her sofa with a bottle of wine, she was here, in shoes that hurt, a dress that she could barely breathe in, and a big, fake smile plastered across her face.

After a quick scan of the room and spotting absolutely no one worth rushing to talk to, she headed directly to the bar. Wine. Red. As dry as possible.

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[info]wopkin
2011-11-27 05:46 am UTC (link)
Perhaps Wayne wasn't the most dapper dresser in the room, but he had to get some points for trying right? Nonetheless, he cleaned up better than most.

While these events weren't necessarily his thing, as part of the ministry and a large supporter of philanthropy, he felt it was his duty to go to these kinds of things.

He had been at the gala for awhile and was sipping on some ale when he noticed Pansy walk in. While everyone pretty much though she was a bitch (even him) something about the way she owned a room intrigued him. He watched as she made her way to the bar and pushed himself off of his chair and made his way towards her.

He ordered himself another drink and turned to Pansy, who probably hadn't even noticed he was there. With his lips against the cold glass of his ale, he smiled. "So how many of these things would you say you've been to Ms. Parkinson?"

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[info]purepetal
2011-11-27 05:59 am UTC (link)
Pansy looked up from her glass of wine. She hadn't really been drinking it, just staring at it, tracing her finger along the rim. She glanced over at the man speaking at her, eyes slowly trailing along his less-than-impressive suit choice, then to the glass in his hand, then to his face, which she had absolutely no recollection of. Pansy simply stared at him, wondering what on earth had possessed him to bother her.

"What a moronic question," she said with a small roll of her eyes as she brought her glass up to her lips (a nude lip, because only slags wore red with red). "All of them, obviously."

She considered him again, arching an eyebrow. "Who are you, exactly?"

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[info]ginnypig
2011-11-27 04:44 am UTC (link)
Ginny contemplated going to the gala for a long while before actually deciding to attend. She had bought her plate there, but wasn't entirely sure she wanted the attention that was sure to come with going to such a public event.

Despite her apprehension, she decided to go anyway. Donning a turquoise dress and gold accessories, Ginny arrived at the gala about a half hour late. Taking a deep breathe, she stepped inside and ignored the several stares and whispers that accompanied her.

Making her way to the bar, she noticed Lavender brown and b-lined in the opposite direction. There was no way she was going to be near that bint. She did note, however, that her brother was not anywhere in sight and slightly smiled to herself. Across the way there was another bar, and so Ginny walked gracefully in that direction and ordered some wine.

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[info]rooteddeep
2011-11-27 02:14 pm UTC (link)
Oliver was storming away from Penelope and had every intention of leaving the gala, but before he left Oliver figured he'd have another drink. He shouldered his way past a handful of people, not giving much of a damn if he was being rude or not.

"Whisky. Straight." Oliver didn't notice Ginny standing next to him until after he ordered and upon seeing her the guilt washed over him once more. He should've been able to help her. He should've been able to save her and Katie. And his mother. There were women everywhere who suffered because Oliver wasn't smart enough to figure out how to save them. "Hey, Gin. Didn't see you there."

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[info]ginnypig
2011-11-27 05:43 pm UTC (link)
Ginny didn't look when someone came to the bar, but focused her attention on tracing her finger around the rim of her wine glass.

Ginny looked up at Oliver and smiled, not realizing the amount of guilt he was feeling. Taking a sip of her wine and swallowing hard she studied the man that was now standing next to her. "Hello Oliver. Are you alright?" He seems a bit flustered, but then again his mother had just died. In fact, she was surprised to see him there at all but decided it would be best not to comment on the matter.

She leaned against the bar nonchalantly, happy that he was the person she bumped into first. "You clean up rather nicely, might I add."

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[info]bellefille
2011-11-27 05:14 am UTC (link)
At this point in her life, Fleur was used to being the date of some rich guy at these things. It would almost be strange to with someone she actually liked.

While her ensemble was much more dark than what she usually went for, she looked lovely as usually. The dark red shade on her lips was fierce and everyone's heads turned when she entered the room. Hell, she even used some of her veela magic just for kicks. It was funny watching everyone's mouths drop all at the same time. Unwilling to be yelled at by a bunch of women for their significant other's wandering eyes, Fleur stopped and entered the gala.

Instead of staying with her old, uninteresting date that paid for her to go, she went straight for a table. Taking a seat, she grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter and looked around that the people that were there.

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[info]ablaised
2011-11-27 06:16 am UTC (link)
Blaise had been mingling at the gala for a while, saying hello to friends and acquaintances. He'd learned it was actually easier not to bring a date to these things. If he wanted to, he could usually find someone to take home with him. And in the meantime, he wasn't stuck catering to the whims of a woman. He could leave when he wanted, with whoever he wanted to leave with, or he could just go home and get blasted. Either way worked.

Tonight wasn't any different. He'd come stag and didn't mind a bit. Lately he'd been garnering a bit more attention than he liked from his encounters with Ginny Weasley, and Blaise hated popping up in the papers. It didn't make his job any easier and it certainly made his personal life more annoying. So even though he'd spotted Ginny across the room, he made absolutely no effort to acknowledge she existed.

He headed back to the table where he'd been sitting earlier, only to find a beautiful blonde sitting in his chair. "Hello," he said, surprised, and took the seat next to her. "You certainly were not here earlier." She looked vaguely familiar. "I'm Blaise Zabini," he said, extending his hand. "Have we met before?"

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[info]bellefille
2011-11-27 08:45 am UTC (link)
Fleur saw a rather dark fellow she didn't recognize walking towards her, but she paid no mind to him until he was sitting next to her. Uninterested, she simply gave him a half-hearted smile before realizing that he was actually planning on speaking with her.

"I 'ave just arrived." Turning towards him she held out her hand to meet his. "I do not zeenk so. I am Fleur Delacour." She pulled away her arm and picked up her champagne glass again, pressing it against her lips before taking a sip. Ignoring the people that might hear her, she looked over to see her date rather apprehensive about her and Blaise's encounter. Shrugging, she looked up at the ceiling before inspecting her neatly manicured nails. "Zis is a very boring party."

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[info]hannahdoll
2011-11-27 06:29 am UTC (link)
Hannah was surprised when her work had told her she was going to the gala. She'd used to be the one they sent to these things since she wasn't hideous looking and was nice. It was always good PR for both of her jobs. But since the whole attack thing, she'd figured they'd want someone else there. After all, with as controversial as werewolves were these days, she didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable and she'd learned over the last few weeks that just her presence managed to do that with some people. It was disheartening, really, but Hannah pressed on, doing her best to keep a smile on her face. What else could she do? Crying and getting angry wouldn't fix or change anything, so instead she just chose to focus on the positives like she always had.

She'd grabbed one of the dresses she'd bought a while back, not for any particular reason but just because she'd liked it, and charmed her hair and makeup for the evening. She was sure it would go like all of these did. She'd be mostly by herself until she was approached by someone, and then she'd smile and be nice and that would be that. Only, she figured she'd get approached slightly less this time around. Luckily her face hadn't been the part of her that had gotten badly marred so sometimes people could almost forget what she was for a moment. Not that she was ashamed. Whatever happened happened for a reason. But at least with the scars not quite so obvious, people could feel slightly more comfortable around her.

She'd made it inside with relatively few problems, though she'd certainly received slightly more media attention than usual. Looking around, she didn't immediately spot anyone she knew so she headed for the bar. Usually she didn't drink at social events like this since she was a bit of a light weight, but apparently that wouldn't be an issue for her anymore. It was kind of neat, she could finally be a social drinker. Of course, she had no idea what to order for herself so she just sort of stood back and listened to what everyone else was ordering. Then again, she was a bartender. This shouldn't be that hard.

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[info]pridechaser
2011-11-27 08:04 am UTC (link)
Roger hadn't tried to sneak in the side entrance in a long time (usually he was sneaking out of one) and they'd almost made it around without getting caught by the photographers and reporters. Unfortunately, that hadn't turned out. He'd had to practically drag Mandy through, thankful with all the questions about him cheating and the engagement they'd never officially confirmed that no one had noticed she was pregnant. Her dress was loose enough you couldn't tell, and as long as she kept her hands off of her belly, they'd be great. Although she was doing that a lot more lately.

They said hello and made the rounds, and Mandy stepped off to talk to Lisa Turpin, somebody Roger wasn't too keen on talking to at the moment, so he wandered off to find a drink.

Of course there was a blonde in a red dress hanging back at the bar, and Roger was never one to miss a blonde in a red dress. It was just his nature. But when she turned, he was surprised to see it was Hannah Abbott. Possibly the sweetest witch ever and London's newest werewolf.

"Hannah," he said, lifting his drink to her in greeting and trying to hide his surprise. She looked... great. Nothing he'd ever expect to see Hannah in, but pretty. "It's good to see you."

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[info]hannahdoll
2011-11-27 05:22 pm UTC (link)
Maybe this had been a bad idea. There weren't a lot of people there she knew and she couldn't tell if she was just imagining it or not but she was pretty sure she was getting some...less than desirable looks. But still, she was trying to not let it bother her. But what was the point in trying to stick around and pretend she was happy if there weren't even any friends of hers to talk to? While people watching was fun, it was much more fun if you could watch them without having the eyes back on you in return. Hannah hated that she made people uncomfortable now. She never wanted that.

Turning around, she'd decided to just go home for the night or something, maybe have a nice hot bath, when someone said her name. Having been looking down at her feet, she quickly looked up to see who had said her name. "Roger!" she said, a grin instantly coming over her face. Without thinking, she instantly wrapped her arms around him in a hug, more happy to see a friend than she would have thought.

Realizing what she'd done however, she quickly took a step back and looked up at him a little sheepishly. She knew how easy it was for the media to turn things into gossip and he'd seemed to have a difficult enough run of it lately without her making things worse with an otherwise friendly hug

"Sorry. I didn't...it's just....it's really nice to see you too," she finally said with a smile. "You look really great," she complimented, always amazed at how well certain blokes could clean up. "Are you having fun tonight?" she asked, looking around for a moment to see if he'd brought a date. Mandy, right? Wasn't he supposed to be with Mandy? Well, maybe she'd gone to the restroom or something.

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[info]ornately
2011-11-27 07:56 am UTC (link)
To say that Astoria was surprised that Marcus asked her to go to the Gala with him would be an understatement, but that didn't change the fact that she was very excited to be there with him. She was sure that it was because she was a fine, upstanding pureblooded witch who didn't mind being in the papers from time to time, but still she was honored that he invited her.

As they stepped into the venue, Astoria smiled at the lovely decorating. Usually these things were sort of awkward for her and it was difficult for her to talk to so many people that she didn't know but she knew that with Marcus there, it would be easier. Everything seemed to be easier with Marcus, but she tried to ignore that fact. Obviously she didn't do very well at that most of the time and it certainly didn't work out the other night when she ended up snogging him.

Her hair was down in loose curls and she wore a golden yellow dress that hugged her curves perfectly. Marcus had picked her up like the perfect gentlemen and she was apprehensive what the night might entail. Well that, and she wasn't sure if Clint knew she was there with his best friend. Smiling and looking up to the much taller man at her side, Astoria tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear. "It's lovely in here."

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[info]marcusfingflint
2011-11-27 08:34 am UTC (link)
It hadn't taken a lot of thought to realize that he'd wanted to ask Astoria to go with him to the gala. He hadn't want to go to the event at all, but it was always good for him to show his face doing good things in the community. And anything that could potentially get him on the Ministry's good side was probably smart. But he was tired of going to these things alone and when he'd thought about a date, Astoria had been the first person he'd thought of. It wasn't like he could ask Katie - actually, he hadn't wanted to ask Katie. That was just...something better avoided.

Though, with Astoria came certain complications as well, namely Clint. Then again, Marcus was just sort of hoping that he'd be happy enough to see Marcus out and not miserable that he'd overlook the fact that he was with his sister in law. So Marcus had asked Astoria and had been pleasantly surprised when she'd said yes. After all, she was already linked to him in the papers enough and this was only going to make it worse for her. But he appreciated that she was willing to put up with it.

They'd arrived at the gala and done the typical picture thing that came with the territory before making their way into the ballroom. Glancing around at the room for a moment, he nodded in agreement before turning to look at her with a small smile. She looked amazing really and as much as he wanted to tell her that again, he was pretty sure it would be a bit overboard considering how many times he'd already said it. But Merlin. She looked bloody gorgeous. "It's all very...purple," he said, deciding to comment on her previous statement instead of staring at her in some sort of awkward awe like he was fairly sure he'd been doing. "May I get you a drink?"

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[info]ornately
2011-11-27 08:54 am UTC (link)
While they had already gotten several stares from those around the room, Astoria paid no attention. Marcus was a very popular bloke, whether he was infamous or just famous was up for debate but honestly? She was expecting worse.

The last gala she had went to had been, well to say the least, interesting and she could already tell that this was going to beat it. Marcus kept telling her how lovely she looked, but she was too enamored with how good he looked in a suit to really say much. Smiling at his statement, she giggled a bit. "Why yes, yes it is." The room was lovely though and in the back of her mind she noted that she should attempt to be the photographer at one of these things.

Hooking her arm in his, she nodded at him. "I'd love one. But how about I come with you? I'd hate for someone to steal away my date before I have my way with him." Immediately she looked down at the floor, she was still smiling, but realized that was a rather improper statement. She wasn't the type to say things like that, but then again, she was different around Marcus. Looking back up at him, she pulled some hair out of her face and walked with him over to the bar. Stopping at the counter, she leaned over inspecting the different types of alcohol. "I think I'd like some champagne."

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[info]kyrawho
2011-11-27 04:00 pm UTC (link)
Kyra wasn't sure about going to the Gala, but she was tired of sitting at home. Part of her wondered if the annoying redhead was going to be there, but mostly she wanted to leave her bedroom and have a drink.

The sheer number of people in attendance was a little overwhelming. Kyra began to second guess her decision to come. Biting down on her lip, Kyra edged into the ballroom and looked around for any familiar faces. A server passed by with a tray of drinks and Kyra snagged a flute of champagne, downing it quickly. One hour. She'd stay for an hour and then flee.

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[info]freckledtan
2011-11-28 05:11 pm UTC (link)
Charlie wasn’t sure how he’d been talked into going to the Gala. He absolutely hated dressing in any sort of formal attire, and he could barely function in any event where cussing like a sailor was looked down upon. However, the pretty little bird had convinced him to buy the tickets, and with the money spent, he may as well get his fill of free drinks, right? His tie, which he kept loosening and then tightening and then loosening again, had eventually been taken off all together and stuffed into a pocket as he stepped across the room, drink in hand.

It was almost by accident that he found Kyra alone with a champagne flute in her hand. Smiling at her, he took a few more steps in her direction. “You clean up nicely, you know.”

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[info]kyrawho
2011-11-29 12:43 am UTC (link)
Kyra turned, surprised that anyone would be addressing her. When she saw the Weasley she was half glad and half annoyed. "I clean up nicely? That's implying I wasn't looking nice when we met. Not a very nice thing to say to a woman you keep trying to impress," she said and took a sip of her drink. He, on the other hand, certainly did clean up nicely. Kyra took a moment to admire his broad shoulders before her eyes met his once more.

"Dance with me," she said suddenly.

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[info]mynameismandy
2011-11-28 05:02 am UTC (link)
Mandy finished her conversation with Lisa and gave her friend a quick hug before heading back to the ballroom. She'd dressed with zero complaining and had smiled all night. Roger had gotten them in without much hassle and that had helped and as long as she remembered to keep her hands off her abdomen, she'd make it through the night unscathed. Of course, she'd been in the loo earlier and a couple of very snotty girls had spoken loudly about Roger, his sexual prowess and how he'd never settle down with anyone. When she'd come out of the stall they'd just smiled at her. Mandy washed her hands and left. She had her own doubts still and everything seemed... a little different then before. She wasn't sure what it was but she didn't push it. If she felt sick, she quietly excused herself and made sure to silence the room so Roger couldn't hear. When a crazy mood came on, she took a potion. She was all but pretending that she wasn't pregnant at this point. At least, that's what it felt like. She didn't want to upset Roger.

Spotting him across the room talking to Hannah, Mandy stayed away, noting the way people looked at her. She headed to their table and sat down, feeling a bit tired. But, she'd come for Roger. Though, he'd probably have more fun without her. Crossing her legs, she stared at the name cards, idly playing with a fork. Taking a sip of her water, she looked around, spotting familiar faces. Penny was here somewhere and she'd seen Kyra. Lavender was by herself and Mandy thought about going to talk to her but she didn't think Roger would like it...

Maybe she'd steal Wayne and have a dance. She'd seen him speaking with Pansy and that was just... strange. He was laughing at least so it couldn't be quite that bad. Sighing, feeling a little bored, she let her thoughts drift. She was nine weeks pregnant today. Her morning sickness had worsened but it seemed to confine itself to early morning and Roger was usually asleep when she was vomiting. She'd cried twice by herself. Once in the shower and once when she couldn't get her jeans to button. It was a very strange feeling, being pregnant. Happy and terrified. Twins...

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[info]mynameiskatie
2011-11-28 05:20 am UTC (link)
Katie had seriously debated the merits of showing up to this event but as the Puddlemere captain, she'd learned she needed to make an appearance. Instead of coming with a date, she'd opted to come alone. It would've really been nice to drag Ali out with her or even George but she hadn't wanted to bother either of them. Besides, with the lesbian rumors going around about her and Ali? Well, probably not a good idea. It had taken a good hour to convince herself to leave her flat in what she had on but she did it. She'd gone back to her trade mark blond locks and had donned a very short dress. Black lace and a skin-tone underlay was really much more provactive then she was used to but her legs looked amazing and she wanted to feel more like herself. It'd been nice to hide under the brunette hair for a while but she was ready to move on and get back to Katie.

She'd apparently come in after Marcus because when she hit the carpet, all the questions had been about him. She'd responded with a smile (that she hoped was sincere) and comment that said she hoped he was happy and that they'd parted as friends. She'd waved and gone inside, taking a deep, steadying breath. She wasn't going to stay long. Put in an appearance and head home. With her height and the added inches of her heels, she could see everything. Taking a glass of champagne as the waiter passed, she sipped on her drink, eyes drifting over the crowd. Spotting Roger, she gave him a small smile, but felt it freeze in place when she noticed Marcus and Astoria.

Reminding herself that she had no right to feel anything about him, she realized it was the first time that she'd felt something more than indifference towards anything and while the slight jealousy and hurt was painful, it was also nice. The lack of emotion that had taken over her since her attack, well, it'd scared her. They looked nice together and that made her slightly sick. But they fit. More than she ever did. Sighing, she finished off her drink and grabbed another. She really should've brought a date.

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