WHO: Dorian Gray and Victoire Weasley WHEN: Wednesday Evening WHERE: Outside Ridgeway Buffet WHAT: Dorian tries to find his stage STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBD
Dorian prided himself on being able to look practically perfect in almost any weather. Snow was no exception. As usual, unphased by his sudden change in scenary, Dorian was dressed impeccably in black trousers, neck tie, top hat and shoes, a crisp, white, high collared shirt and a long tailed grey jacket. The completeness of the look was finished with a thick black woolen overcoat to keep out the cold and black leather gloves on his slender hands. Specks of snow stood out against the dark brown of his glossy hair and the black fabric of his top hat as he made his way down the path, his silver topped cane in hand.
He still wasn't happy to be in this strange place, but while he was here, he might as well earn the means to live in the way he wanted. He loved the piano, and he was thankful he'd been given a occupation he knew he was good at. He was supposed to serenade the guests while they ate, but if he had anything to do with it, it would be him that would be the main attraction before too long. Still, first he had to find the place. All the buildings around this place were strange and unrecognisable as anything familiar, clad in wood instead of stone, with unfamiliar technology and objects.
After following the path away from the ghastly cabin in which he was supposed to sleep, Dorian saw a building in the distance, yellow light spilling from the windows out onto the snow covered path. He could hear the distance thrum of voices from inside the walls. It sounded too rawcus for a refined restuarant with a name like the Velvet Room, but he could smell the definite aroma of food on the cold air. A frown creasing his perfect brow, he reached up with one leather clad hand to remove his top hat, snowflakes immediately peppering the top of his head.