|eloise midgen has a new life plan (offandrunning) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-07-24 17:12:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 07, !incomplete, eloise midgen, wayne hopkins|
Who: Eloise Midgen & Wayne Hopkins (Lena if you're around, throw Jack in if you want!)
What: Jackson's wedding, and the crazy party that is the reception.
Where: Near Castlehead.
When: Saturday 24 July, 2003. Mid-afternoon.
It had been several years since Eloise had been to a wedding, and she couldn't remember if they usually seemed to go on as long as Jackson and Natalie's had. The ceremony had been beautiful and it had been fun to watch the reactions of Natalie's family. Though only her immediate family and some cousins had made the trip from New Zealand, they were Muggles and looked perpetually shocked by every instance of magic. It had gone off without a hitch, and halfway through Eloise was hit with a renewed sense that coming back home had been one of her best decisions in a long time.
As nice as the ceremony had been, Eloise had really been looking forward to the reception. Big parties still weren't much of a draw to her, but this wasn't just any party - it was family, and close friends, and it almost felt more like a reunion. Barely over an hour into the reception, most of the guests had already made the most of the open bar, and it was easy to gauge who had already had a bit too much by how badly they were currently dancing.
Eloise, for her part, was taking a break. Seated at her table, a half-empty gin and tonic in front of her, she kicked off her shoes and frowned at a spot on skirt of her pale green dress robes. Normally something like a little stain wouldn't make a difference to her, but she had put a lot of work into these robes and wasn't about to see them dirtied up so early on. Pointing her wand at the mark (which, she noticed, got a look of interest from one of Natalie's relatives), she was about to mutter an incantation when she saw Wayne approaching.
"Having a good time?" she asked, pausing. Lowering her voice, she added in a conspiratorial tone, "Is it wrong that I'm finding the bride's family as amusing as I am?" Even though Eloise's father was a Muggle, he'd been so used to the Wizarding world for years that it wasn't often she saw normal Muggle reactions to magic.