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The Mod Journal (unexpectedmod) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-25 22:34:00

Entry tags:

open, the ministry of magic

Who: Everyone, Open
When: July 11th, 2002
What: Celebratory Ball
Where: The Ministry Of Magic
Rating: We'll say PG-14
Status: Open / In Progress

OOC |-| Alright, this thread is pretty much open for the threads you'd like to create. Have fun and be creative. All I ask is that you keep all NC-17 posts until after. No shagging under the tables, on the bar, or in a broom closet. Also, I'd like most to stay at least until the small plot twist which will be posted later using this account. It will make things a bit more interesting in the game. Thanks!

The surroundings were absolutely gorgeous as people mingled in the ballroom located in the heart of the Ministry of Magic Headquarters. Jewels sparkled and all in attendence were dressed in their finest. From the CRWM's point of view it was a night of celebration, their attempts at creating a new and better Wizarding Community were well on their way and the future looked bright for all, both Muggleborn and Pureblood alike.

Despite the seriousness of the evening, Minister Kinglsey Shaklebolt was not in attendance. Instead, he had left a representative in his stead, who had taken a moment to address the crowd, speaking of the hope and a positive future. The message had various reactions throughout the crowd. Many were hopeful, but just as many were not impressed and it could be seen. The speech and formalities did not last for very long before the guests were left to themselves to mingle and have a good time. The music was started, the bar was opened, and waiters moved through the crowd carrying both drinks and orderves.

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crazy_daisy
2008-07-26 03:43 pm UTC (link)

Emma had convinced her uncle to go with his intended, despite the fact that she herself had chosen to go alone. Bertram had been cursing all week about how he would have nothing to do with the muggle-born female, which Emma had found to be ridiculous. Her uncle had never deigned to even set a date to meet the poor girl (Girl because the other female was barely older than Em's nineteen) but she had, and she'd found her to be very pleasant and remarkably stubborn. Stubborn enough to handle an evening with Bertram Aubrey. She had set the entire thing up for the both of them. It wasn't that Emma fancied herself a matchmaker or anything of the sort. She simply saw no reason why the entire affair had to be made more miserable than it already was.

Spotting them dancing, a grudgingly impressed expression on her uncle's face at the ease that his potential wife moved, she bit back a grin and gave them a little wave. The woman, Janice, smiled in return and her uncle simply raised a brow. Possibly to remark on her lateness. Emma mentally rolled her eyes. She knew that she was late. Her grandmother had spent thirty minutes following her around the manor telling her that she was late and that she was surpassing the limits of "fashionably late". It wasn't her fault that she'd changed her mind on her gown at the precise last minute. It couldn't have been helped.

There had been a dress. It had been blue. Andit was all the reason Emma needed to change everything. Simple, elegant, and much more her style than the pink frock she'd chosen to please her grandmother. Emma wasn't very fond of pink and she was very glad that she wasn't wearing it now. How a woman looked helped with the amount of confidence she exuded after all. That was the argument she'd used on her grandmother. Naturally, the older woman had caved in.

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