WHO: Dorcas Meadows and Regulus Black (And Open to any Pureblood who would be at a function such as this) WHAT: A benefit Ball thrown by some family or another WHERE: Some ballroom in Wizarding London? Maybe? WHEN: July 7th, 1977 WHY: Because it's what purebloods do? I DON'T KNOW I'M NOT A PUREBLOOD STOP WITH THE HARD QUESTIONS! RATING: I DON'T KNOW YET! P! For Pureblood! Sure. Why not? STATUS: NOT DONE! GEEEEEZE!
This was NOT Dorcas's idea of a fun night out. She grimmaced as she leaned down to fix the damn strappy shoes which were murder on her toes. She glanced once more at the overly decorative clock on the far wall to see that she still had a few more hours of torture to undergo before she'd be released. Bollocks. She felt ridiculous in the dress her father had all but forced her in to, not giving her any choices in the matter, as per usual. Pink chiffon was clearly not her first pick in any scenario.
She looked up to see her father approaching and gave an inward groan. This, however, was nothing compared to what she felt when she saw who was following close behind. It was that arsewipe Crabbe and Henry looked far too menacing for Dorcas's own comfort. She was seventeen, so finding her a "proper pure husband" had been high on Henry's to do list. Unfortunately for Dorcas, this meant she was paraded around like a bafoon at each of these god-forsaken functions. The plus side was that Henry was running out of options as Dorcas had scared off about a dozen blokes already.
"Dorcas, I trust you know Vincent." Henry said shortly. Dorcas simply gave her father a blank stare before trying to hide her usual scowl. Henry seemed to either not notice, or simply ignore his daughter's complete lack of interest as he continued on. "The pair of you ought to dance while I go have a lengthy conversation with Mr. Crabbe about real estate." With that he left the pair of them standing there glowering awkwardly at one another.
"He said we were s'posed to dance." Crabbe grunted as he finally offered his hand.
"He says a lot of things. Most of which I ignore." Dorcas scowled and didn't make any move to take the offered hand. "This will likely be no exception."
Crabbe frowned and took a step closer to her, his face twisted in some painful looking expression. "If you want to disrespect your family, that's your own bloody business, but I'll certainly not pay for your disobedience." With that he grabbed Dorcas's hand and pulled her to the dancefloor.
"I swear to Merlin I will kick you so bloody hard in the bits that your grandchildren will feel it." She murmured in his ear, a fake smile plastered on her face. She gave a glance around the room looking for any way she could get out of this.