Bayleigh Crouch (bayleighcrouch) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-10-10 01:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | bayleigh crouch, millicent bulstrode |
Who: Bayleigh and Millie
What: Bayleigh is waiting for Millie to arrive at the Gala
When: Saturday, a little after 7 pm
Where: The Gala at the Crouch Manor!
Warnings: IDK
Bayleigh had been anxious for a good portion of the morning leading up to the gala. Her nerves were perking up and she had a lot of worries on her mind. She was afraid of how the public was going to react. Though she had grown up in the public eye, she had never been of much interest to society at large. She was just the daughter of a washed up Quidditch player. But now...now the public was going to recognize her as the daughter of the second most important man in Britain.
It was a lot to consider. She decided by lunchtime of that afternoon that she couldn't worry on it any longer. It was going to happen. She didn't need to make herself sick with worry over how people were going to perceive her. After all, as far as she was concerned, it didn't matter.
The other worry that was causing Bayleigh's anxiety was Millicent Bulstrode. Or rather, fretting about her. Bayleigh's mind refused to stop thinking of whether the girl would arrive at the gala that evening. She truly hoped she would, though she was trying to remind herself not to get her hopes up, just in case.
Now, she was standing near the staircase with a glass of punch in her hands, suddenly overcome with nervousness. She knew hardly anyone and she felt invisible. She reminded herself to savor that feeling. It was going to be going away soon. Not that she wasn't prepared for that, as she was, but it was the truth of the situation. She lifted the glass to her lips, smiling as someone passed by her, though her eyes were scanning the room, trying to see if perhaps Millie had entered without her noticing.