Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-27 20:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | christine buchanan, kevin brocklehurst |
RP Thread Christine and Kevin
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY fashionsfuture)
Who: Kevin Brocklehurst and Christine Buchanan
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Saturday during the day
Rating: TBD but probably low
Summary: Kevin and Christine partake in the Hogsmeade weekend
Hogsmeade weekend was something Christine had always looked foward too. She had never been to a proper magical village until she was thirteen, and even though much of the novelty had faded, it still held a significant amount of charm in Christine's eyes. Plus, it was a chance to espace from the deary dungeons where there were no windows and breathe fresh air. The crisp autumn air was invigorating and put a smile on Christine's face.
Right. Time to face the task at hand. Even though Christmas was not for another two months, it was never too early to begin thinking about presents for her friends and family. As she gazed at the possibility of choices as to where to begin her day, Christine failed to notice the sound of footsteps and a figure approaching her.
Kevin cupped his hands and brought them to his face, warming them with his breath as he took in the sights of Hogsmeade. He had never been much for Hogsmeade, most novelties wore off quickly with him, and his pleasure today was mostly because of a change of scene, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take the stone walls of the castle.
He had broken off from his mates who made their first stop at Rosmerta's, opting for a walk instead. Kevin grinned as he looked around at the students miling about, eyes getting bigger and bigger at each shop window. It was then that he noticed the lone figure of Christine, eyes scanning the street no doubt looking for the first place to shop. He liked to think years of attending the same society parties had taught him a thing or two about her.
Side grin planted on his face, Kevin sidled up beside the unaware Christine, and placed a supporting hand on her lower back before greeting her with a typical kiss on the cheek. "Don't tell me your eyes are finally too big for your wallet," he teased good naturedly stepping back slightly to await any flinch of surprise.
When Kevin's hand first made contact with her lower back, Christine flinched and hoped that it was not a lecherous older man choosing to prey upon beautiful girls. But as the greeting continued with a kiss, Christine quickly realized that it was not some lecherous old man but Kevin. Her face quickly brightened into a smile as she kissed his cheek in return.
"Actually," she began, in a very posh manner as she faced him. "I am trying to figure out what I should purchase in terms of Christmas gifts." She reverted back to her normal way of speaking.
"And might I ask what you are doing, besides the obvious Jack-the-Ripper training of course. Sneaking up on lone girls, really Kevin."
Kevin placed a hand to his heart and gave a mock frown, shaking his head. "Jack-the-Ripper? I'm offended," he laughed then, bringing his hands into his coat pockets to keep them from the cold. "I'm a complete original, and if you'll notice I do not plan on killing you and dragging your body to a musty alleyway," he shook his head as if disappointed in her, before he leaned in closer and began to smile. "I'll just leave you here."
Leaning back out again, he turned his gaze to the shop window and was reminded by the fact that he too had to get gifts, but with the exception of his father, the gifts he had to get would be pretty expensive. "Have any ideas yet then, on the gifts?"
Shocked, Christine placed a hand on her own heart and gasped. "Why Kevin Brocklehurst," she exclaimed. "Now I must say I'm the one who is offended. After all these years you wouldn't have the common decency to at least discard of my body in a dumpster."
Christine smiled, slipped her arm through his, and lay her gloved hand on his forearm as she surveyed the shops once more. "Last year I bought mother a pair of goblin made silver earrings," she explained. "Her comment was though that she couldn't wear them with anything she owned because everything else she owns pales in comparison. So I plan on giving her a goblin made necklace this year."
"As for father," she continued. "I honestly have no earthly idea as to what I should give him. I have never been very good at picking out his gifts. Would you mind helping me?"
Kevin laughed at her earlier cmment and took the hand she had looped through his arm and brought it to his lips before clutching it to his own heart. "Christine, I don't think there's any way I could survive society without you," his head tilted so that he caught her eye, completely sincere. Though they may have appeared to make strange friends, they had navigated the life they were born into (Kevin more unwillingly than Christine)side by side, and Kevin was grateful that Christine had kept him sane for as long as she did.
Letting her hand fall back to his arm, Kevin felt the itch in the back of his mind that he knew would pressure him into buying expensive gifts again, even if no one in his family truly deserved it. "Of course I'll help you," Kevin responded easily, leading her past a witch's fashion store and towards one for more prominent wizards, "but I think we should stay away from any stores of the feminie persuasion until you've gotten your gifts."
Indeed, Christine and Kevin would probably not have been friends were it no for the fact that they attended the same social functions since they were young. Somehow the two of them had latched on to each other amongst all the adults. It had come as a pleasant surprise to her when on the platform to Hogwarts Christine had spotted Kevin. There was at least one person in this new world that she would know.
Christine looked in the window of the store they had just passed, oohing over a beautiful shawl she saw in the window. She was tempted to ask Kevin to stop and allow her to look, but she knew he would not agree. "Well then where should we start," she asked, a little sadness creeping into her voice. "Is there anything you need for the ball or otherwise?"
"Well how about there," Kevin nodded to a purely wizard, leading her in that general direction as he spoke. "I've been meaning to purchase a hat of some kind, though without a date I don't think it would hardly matter..." hs laughter trailed off in answer to her question when he noted the tone of her voice. Stopping Kevin bit his lip, worrying it a little as he turned his head to look at her profile. "What about you?" he asked with nonchalance, a little curious about her own question.
"Sounds fine to me," Christine said in agreement as they entered the shop. "What type of hat are you looking for? A bowler perhaps?" She grabbed a hat off of a display and placed on her head then struck a pose.
"Or maybe a fedora?" She reached for the display once more and exchanged the hat on her head for a different one. "Maybe?" She turned to examine herself in the mirror as she tried on different hats. "Mother already sent my dress, as well as all of my accessories, so that is taken care of. I decided on being Cleopatra. What about you," she turned around to face him, two hats in hand and one on her head. "Have you decided on a disguise yet? It might make it easier to search for a hat."
"Not sure actually, I was going to dress as a muggle mobster," he fingered a pinstripe fedora, testing out the brim before putting it back on the display. Making a face he shrugged his shoulders before taking the hats from Christine's hands and putting them on his head one after the other."I'd be pretty slick, but I was planning on asking someone who hasn't been asked to the dance, and dressing up to match."
He took the hats off of his head and placed them atop of Christine's. "Cleopatra will be exotic, do you have an Antony?" he asked, grabbing a very large top hat and watching his head disappear from underneath it in the adjacent mirror.
Christine watched as he tried on both hats, and shook her head. Neither one suited him really. There was just something about them that wasn't quite right, but Christine was at a loss to figure out what it was. As she tried to put her finger on exactly what was missing to make these hats out of place on Kevin, she found herself buried under three hats. She rolled her eyes as she placed the hats back on the display. "A mobster," she asked, searching the display for a hat before grabbing a navy blue fedora. "Well you'll need this." She replaced the hat that was currently perched atop his head and smiled.
"Perfect," she proclaimed before turning her attention to ties. "Hmmmm..." She studied them carefully before removing a grey-silver one and draped it over around Kevin's neck.
"Well you know my mother," Christine explained as she started on tying the tie. "It would not be a Margaret Buchanan production without a touch of the exotic. And afterall it is Halloween, what reason have I to not be exotic?"
Christine rushed away to find a jacket to help complete the ensemble. "In regards to your other question Kevin," she continued as she hurried back over carrying a navy pinstriped jacket and motioned for him to put it on. "Would you believe me if I told you that I have neither Ceasar nor Antony?"
Kevin tilted his head back so that his chin wouldn't get in the way of Christine's hands. Hand it been anyone else, Kevin might have wonered why he was letting them do this, but it was Christine and she had many a time adjusted his tie at formal receptions. "I think the last time I saw your mother she was in a pink feathered ensemble," he tilted his jaw back down when she rushed away. "Not that she wasn't gorgeous, but it was...feathered, " he grined then and took the jacket from her outstretched hands.
He didn't really hear her when she answered his question about a date, but as he slid the jacket on over his shoulders he almost balked in response. "You don't have a date!?" incredulously, his arms froze in their position of putting on his jacket, realizing only belatedly how stupid he looked in the process. "How is that possible?"
"I remember that outfit," Christine laughed. "I believe it was called 'Pelican' or something similar. I can't quite remember." Yes, it was true, her mother did have quite the flair for the dramatics. Margaret Buchanan was never one to do things by halves, as evidenced by her heavily decorated ensembles. It was easy to see where Chrstine inherited her love of clothing and accessories, especially when her father was a very simple man in that regard. He was dressed well mainly due to his wife.
At the second part of his comment, Christine sighed. She pushed the jacket up his arms and smoothed it out as it sat on his shoulders. Circling around to the front of him, she studied the jacket and began to button it before she decided to answer. She wanted to say that she had standards to having a date, the main one being that they were taller than she in her usual footware. Truth be told, that while this was rather difficult to find, the fact was that she found most of the boys who could rival her height were either taken, or had no interest in her. Especially within her own house, where while she was generally accepted was still not fully integrated with the purebloods, and doubted she ever would be. But she would never admit this to Kevin, she barely admitted it to herself. So instead she explained her situation by saying, "No one has asked me."
She smoothed down the collar and stepped back to view her handiwork. "I suppose the real question here should be why haven't you a date sir? Especially when you look smashing in that fedora."
"I do don't I?" Kevin replied, his eye catching the dip of his fedora in the mirror.Trailing down further, Kevin felt a sigh bubble at the surface, a frustrated one that he made sure didn't spill over so Christine could hear. He had thought that he would get tired of wearing suits all the time, that the pressure would finally break him, but as he had gotten older it was almot as if he was slowly accepting his place in society, and he did not like the idea of that.
"I don't have a date because I didn't bother to ask, waited until all the shelias were taken up," a flicker of a certain french girl went through hius head before he turned to Christine, slipping a hand in onto the small of her back, and grasping her right hand with his other. Lifting her hand he began to sway to the imaginary music. "I find it hard to believe no one has asked you," he stepped forward so that they were actually waltzing. Looking at her now, Kevin was struck by his own stupidity and closed his eyes in aggravation. "I can take you!..if you'll have me," he exclaimed, not believing that he hadn't thought of it before.
Christine nodded as she stared as his reflection in the mirror and smiled. "I am good," she commented sagefully. "Of course, it does help that I was given a good canvas to work with."
As Kevin started to dance, all her years of dance training automatically kicked in and she effortlessly was led in a waltz. It didn't matter to her that she was being asked as a date of last resort to the ball; had neither of them had a date she would have probably ended up seeking him out anyways. Christine twirled out and grabbed a hat. She fanned herself with it as she curtsied and said, "I would be much delighted for the presence of your company."