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Kenton had never really liked big, grand parties, but he attended because it was expected. And because his grandmother had personally asked him to deliver a donation to the wizarding orphanage on behalf of the O'faolain clan. He'd done so without complaint because, despite their differences in believe, she was still his grandmother and had much to do with his rearing.
He'd walked the crowd, greeting people who needed to be greeted, wearing his fancy dress robes and feeling out of place, as he always did. The people he was expected to be in circles with usually held very different values than he, which limited conversation between them to basic small-talk. Even broaching subjects like recent news was difficult because he lacked that air of 'Pureblood Superiority' that so many had.
He was not unaware of the barely hidden disdain some of the older wizards regarded him with. His stance on blood purism was public, but most of them respected the O'faolain clan, and its matron, too much to publicly hiss out the words that had so often been his titles during his Order days: blood traitor, mudwallower, disgrace. Of course, if anyone stooped so low in public, he couldn't exactly answer them with a hex like he had during the skirmishes with Mortenero either.
Eventually, he reached the end of his list of niceties and stepped outside. The January air was crisp enough to relieve him of the heat he'd felt in the tent, with so many bodies pressing in. Good Merlin, he'd much rather be at a good Quidditch match than this. Even his worse games didn't come close to the stress of an event of this nature. Exhaling, he absently watched his breath fog in the cold air, enjoying the moment of being away from the crowd.
Post by WINNIE MADDOX on Jul 8, 2020 20:40:35 GMT -5
Winnie was rather pleased with the turnout for this charity ball. After all, regardless who gave funds, they were still funds given to help out an orphanage, which I think everyone could consider a good cause. Not only did she get to don a fancy frock, she also got to catch up with some comrades she hadn't seen in a while, either from Hogwarts or Order days. Everyone and everything was so different these days. Or maybe it was her? Had she been the one who changed drastically enough to make it seem like everyone's life stories were alien? Or perhaps... she had done something drastic for a long enough period of time that everyone else just moved on without her. She couldn't figure out the answer to that, and she felt a twinge of bittersweet nostalgia for all these feelings, not able to place her finger on one exact instance that provoked these thoughts and feelings.
In any case, while things were getting on at the ball, the swirl of people around her, the champagne kicking in, she was starting to heat up in her full length velvet dress and cape, and she needed a respite from the social event. Luckily, a crisp breeze wasn't too hard to find.
Winnie left the party momentarily to clear her head and ground herself. Winter might be the odd man out season in other places in the world, but here in the UK, it was beautiful. She quite liked it a lot. And while she wasn't necessarily dressed for an extended period of time outside, she would certainly allow herself a little bit of cool winter air and peace and quiet before returning once more to the festivities.
She strode outside, and closed her eyes as she was braced by the chilly winter air. That hit the spot. She walked far away from the ten that the noise and murmurs dimmed. It was dark out, but the sky was that bright bluish grey hue from the cloud coverage of winter skies. Now if only the stars could come out. She thought fondly in reference to Van Gogh's Starry Night tableau she had the privilege to see in person years back.
Getting lost in thought, she almost didn't notice that there was someone else who was nearby. She glanced in their direction, initially not planning on socializing while out here, but those piercing yet kind bluish-grey eyes that matched the bluish-grey sky belonged to no one but one. She smirked and said, "I didn't take you for a 'charity ball' sort of guy, Furguson." Of course, if it wasn't Kenton, that would probably be embarrassing, but she could swallow that and move on with her life. But even though she was on a people break out here, she was really quite hoping that it was him.
Kenton was startled when someone else stepped out nearby. He glanced over and met someone's eyes in a moment of mutual checking on who was sharing space. Hearing the dry remark, he relaxed. For a moment, he'd wondered if he wasn't drawing a bit more ire than he'd realized initially. His hand had crept to his wand, within his robes, in preparation for a fight. He might be paranoid, but he wasn't interested in dealing with an assailant.
"Ms. Maddox. Good evening," he greeted in return, smiling slightly in return, "Aye, not normally...but it seems that a clan appearance was needed, and I was the lucky one to carry out the task."
He turned more fully to face her, his breath fogging in the winter air.
"It's good to see you again. I trust you've been well?"