Narcissa Isobel Black (narcissistica) wrote in an_ill_wind, @ 2009-04-16 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !! npc, - 1980/04 april, alecto carrow, amycus carrow, barty crouch jr, edgar bones, leoben yaxley, narcissa malfoy, regulus black, rodolphus lestrange, rosalind rookwood |
Who: Everyone attending Narcissa's Gala
When: The evening of Wednesday, April 16th, 1980
Where: The Creme de la Creme room at L'Hotel Vanille, Diagon Alley
What: The posh, black tie event Narcissa threw together as a congratulatory celebration for Rodolphus, open to all and their families to attend!
Rating: PG-13 for now, subject to change
Status: Open and in progress!
It had been a busy day, and that was an understatement.
First had been the inauguration, which of course she'd been up early to get ready for. Then she'd had to dash off to take care of some last minute party planning. The kitchen at the hotel dared to ask if they could substitute Narcissa's favourite type of champagne for an inferior vintner they tried to claim equivalent simply because somewhat last minute planning of the party left them without enough for all of the expected guests. With one coolly raised eyebrow, Narcissa's delicately posed question ("Are you telling me you are unable to accommodate my needs?") had gotten the response she'd been looking for, and the already nervous man had babbled for a moment until hurrying out to correct his mistake. Not that Narcissa would ever know--or care to find out, for that matter--but that man was later arrested for breaking into the champagne cellar in France that stored her favourite year and brand, but it did catch the attention of the owner's, who'd been out of the country on business, and they returned to put together a rush order for Narcissa.
Then, of course, she'd had to get ready. That, at least, she had down to an art. Her hair, her dress, her shoes, her jewellery; all were perfect with minutes to spare. Narcisa threw enough parties that this was nothing new for her. She looked stunning and she knew it.
She took a few moments overlooking the room, pre-emptively getting out some of the stress she knew she would feel once the guests arrived and she had to ensure things ran smoothly in the face of some very frustrating people who were certainly not worth her time. This meant, of course, that she made calm, cutting remarks about the decor to the small team of party planners that had been working together to orchestrate such a large event on such short notice.
When one woman, who was obviously new, meekly suggested that if it wasn't up to par, of course she wouldn't have to pay full price for it, Narcissa had turned to her coldly and replied, "I am a Black. Cost is not a factor. Fix it now so that the guests are not assailed by such an eyesore as you have subjected me to or I will see to it that no parties are held here again. Ever. Do you understand?"
Reminding herself about the easy power she wielded made Narcissa feel ultimately better, and she dismissed the rest of the staff with a disdainful flick of her wrist.
Lucius had been to enough of these parties with her by now that he understood. She liked to play hostess. She liked to greet everyone and socialize and mingle. He was here, but he would be with the men. It was where he was expected to be, of course, and it meant she would know where to find him.
Right now, however, there were only a few moments before the doors opened and guests were let in. Her mother would arrive shortly, and she assumed Rodolphus would be early. The party was for him, after all, though whether Bellatrix would show up with him or purposely late, Narcissa did not know. Right now, she cast one last sweeping look around and smiled.
Everything was ready.