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Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-12-20 22:37:00

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character: blaise zabini, character: pandora montgomery, character: richard summerby, character: tristan travers

Who: Pandora, nd all her acquaintances/friends who would come to a get together (Slytherin classmates, friends, relatives, etc). Please tag yourselves in!

What: little get together/party

Where: Rich's flat

When: evening, Wednesday December 17th [BACKDATED]

Rating: Probably SFW?

Rich had offered to hot the thing, so she'd provided him with as accurate a count of people who would come to the get-together as she could. With the holidays, it was an iffier prospect that usual, but she'd done her best. It was really nice of him to want to throw her a celebration for moving up in the ranks in their apprenticeship situation, and one she wanted to have. There were other Christmas parties, but not as many things like this in her life.

It had been a long time since someone wanted to celebrate something positive in her life in a public manner.

The trip to Paris had settled her somewhat, at least. England was no longer the bane it had been there for a while, and she made a mental note to get away a little more often. As weirdly attached as she was to this stupid island, her mental health required a break sometimes. Well, what mental health she possessed anyway.

She went up early to help Rich set everything up and wait for everyone to arrive. She smiled at the man fondly. "Thank you for hosting this, Rich," she told him.

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Tristan and Open

alliterative
2014-12-24 01:44 am UTC (link)

Were he being honest, Tristan wasn't sure he wanted to attend this function. It had nothing to do with Pandora and everything to do with himself. He wasn't in the celebratory mood, and he felt incredibly out of place both because he really wasn't one hundred percent sure what was going on and because he had to arrive on his own. He had on simple, dark green robes that were neither too casual nor too dressy, because no one had told him he had to dress in his finest robes (something he currently didn't have at that moment), and he thought he was filling out just a bit. He doubted he looked like a wraith, and he'd been sure to hide any dark circles under his eyes with an expert's skill with both a wand and a salve. But that didn't mean he felt comfortable arriving in a stranger's flat.

Tristan didn't have a flat warming present for that aspect of the party, but he doubted Pandora would hold it against him. He was saving the money he'd begun earning at Wingbeat for Christmas presents for a few people, and he'd decided to save it to put toward what he wanted to give Pandora instead of taking some of it to divide into a present for her flat that she may neither need nor want. He was taking a gamble, of course, but he also spent enough time in her flat to know what she had to know that he preferred his Christmas present idea to picking up something she didn't have but didn't think was necessary. Although he'd briefly considered a certificate for cooking lessons just as a joke.

As he looked around the flat, taking in the decoration, Tristan wondered if maybe he should have brought a host present. The problem with that, however, was that he wasn't entirely sure who was hosting the event, Pandora or this Rich fellow. Regardless, he was a little bit thankful he'd told Titus to be alert for any kind of distress call, mostly in the form of an offhand remark he thought he could either slip into conversation or utter under his breath. It may have been paranoid of him to have an escape plan, but he didn't think it was unnecessary. After all, for all he knew, he'd need it from a particularly dull conversation or if the party went on far longer than he'd be comfortable with without any other foreseeable way to leave. Or maybe he could pretend to be allergic to something or act like he'd had just a bit too much to drink, he considered, as he spotted a table laden with food and drink. With another glance around the room, he made his way to that table, deciding to at least put something in his hand to prevent any potential fidgeting from happening, though the paranoid part of him wasn't sure he'd really eat or drink anything spread out for the evening.

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