celeste fawley (divinest) wrote in togetherasfools, @ 2013-04-02 06:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | *incomplete, [at] fawley estate, [with] celeste fawley, [with] robert nott |
when all of your flaws and all of my flaws are counted
CHARACTERS: Celeste Fawley & Robert Nott
SETTING: A dinner party for the minister at the Fawley estate
DATE: April 2nd
SUMMARY: Upperclass pureblood girls shouldn't smoke during dinner parties, a fact both of them are aware of.
It's eight pm and bright enough outside that the tip of her cigarette butt isn't a sole flickering light in the air of the evening. The odd brightness of the extended evening isn't enough to ward away the cold however, and she wishes she'd brought a shawl out - her dress is hardly practical for outdoors. And she hadn't intended to wear it out, but then she hadn't intended to spend an extra half hour at work sorting out a mess with broadcasting muggle politics and then to have had to make herself look proper in only half her usual time. A cigarette for all her troubles was hardly much to ask.
Even standing outside the house she can still hear the clinking of glasses, taste the expensive wine on the back of her tongue and practically smell the riches of the party guests inside. It isn't that she doesn't enjoy the dinners her mother hosts (on the contrary, she is exceptionally skilled in the art of working a room and entertaining people she doesn't care for) but they are comparable to the perfumes of the female diners; overpowering, likely to give her a headache should she spend too long around them. Although arguably, the headache could be due to the muggle politics, she's not quite sure at this point.
On her wrist, beneath the expensive bracelets, she's penned a number of dates and events. An awful and ugly habit, hence the bracelets, but it allows her to at least think through a few thinks while away from the office. Ten minutes, she gives herself. Ten minutes until she's missed and she'll have to rejoin the party. An important affair, hosted for her uncle's sake, but then all their events seemed to be these days. The Fawleys did love to show off. No doubt she would be paraded around even more once her time was up. Ten minutes all to herself. "Merlin," she murmurs, taking a long drag and letting the smoke burn inside her chest and melt away some of the evening's stress. Ten minutes is all she needs.