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bellanblack ([info]bellanblack) wrote in [info]the_recruitment,
Re: ENTRYWAY
She hated this. Very much hated this. Balls. Malfoy's ball. Not only had she been scolded to go to this damn thing she'd also been told by several different people to dress appropriate for this. She was a Black. And not dressing well for this made the whole family look bad. At least you could wear a mask and hide your identity. That was a plus for a less than wonderful situation.

She wore elegant dress robes that her mother had gotten for her, specifically for this occasion. It was made from the finest silks that gold could buy and was decorated with black Hippogriff feathers around the cuffs and neck. Her mask was also decorated with the lovely feathers. She had to admit, they did look nice. She just didn't like wearing this garbage. However, there was one piece she was proud to wear. A necklace that a lovely young man had given her. A present from Greece, she had to assume. It was a nice replacement for the necklace she foolishly gave away to a buffoon. She would have to thank Carrow personally when she saw him here.

She stepped into the manor, already feeling irritated. Bella promised her mother several times that she wouldn't make a scene at this gala. That she'd be on her very best behavior. So, as long as people she didn't care for left her alone she could be in and out of here as soon as dinner ended. Or so she hoped. With a heavy sigh she glanced around. Her sister had probably come with classmates, she had to assume. Bella would very much like to hover around her for the evening, if she could. Avoid people and let Cissy do all the talking for them both. Salazar help her, she hated these things. Without even thinking she raised her hand up to bite at her nails, finding only silk cloth. That's right... she was wearing gloves...

Damn... this was going to be a long night. She should probably find the alcohol sooner rather than later.



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