rebecca c. abercrombie (rebeccas) wrote in valesco,
@ 2009-06-12 21:52:00

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bess fawcett, drystan fawcett, group, mackenzie goldstein, odette boot, rebecca abercrombie, sebastian goldstein, seth wadcock

Slug Club Party! Open to Everyone
Rebecca smiled tightly as Professor Slughorn finally left her grasp, and she wiped at her eyes. Oh, this was terrible! Professor Slughorn had been her absolute favorite, and as a head of house, you couldn't ask for more! Rebecca had constantly gone to him for career advice, life advice, and just to talk, and yes--he was a bit stuck in his ways, but it wasn't a bad thing to want to make good connections. He knew how to truly be a Slytherin, and she was sad that he was leaving his post.

She should be happy that he was leaving the same year she finished her education at Hogwarts, but knowing that the Potions Master was not going to be in the dungeons come September constantly reminded Rebecca that she would not be in the school after June. It was a terrifying thought, being a Hogwarts graduate. Rebecca was sure she was ready for her internship, but for the rest of the real world? She wasn't so sure.

There had been whisperings at the last family dinner, about proper suitors and all that..

She sighed greatly and lingered by the drinks, her eyes casting over the various punch bowls. Everyone looked lovely, and she would normally be in a twitter about the celebrities that roamed the Great Hall, but at the moment she could only be melancholy.

ooc: Euuuan?

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bestzeller
2009-06-13 03:55 am UTC (link)

Bess felt a bit like a fraud, being here. She'd received the invitation because she'd been a valued member of the Slug Club during school, having always been told she would amount to great things. So when she opened the invitation and realized she had nothing to be proud of, she nearly threw it into the rubbish bin. It would be easy to ignore! All she'd done was waitress, and now secretarial duty for a tiny office in the Ministry. That wasn't impressive, that wasn't Slughorn worthy.

She shouldn't even care what the old man thought, but a fault of hers had always been--well, she was a bit vain, even Bess couldn't deny that, and she had somehow managed to convince herself that she would somehow come off as successful to the crowd at the party.

This was a terrible idea!

Bess nervously gulped down her drink, eyes watching the party over the rim of the glass. Why oh why had she been so stupid? She'd managed to avoid conversation so far, but that could only last so long. How long before someone realized she was a phony with lackluster achievements?

Augh. At least she looked pretty.

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brythonichero
2009-06-15 12:26 am UTC (link)

Drystan tried to remember the last time he'd had an enjoyable time at a party. "Never" seemed to be as close to a correct approximation as he could come. But, he theorized, Professor Slughorn deserved a proper send-off, and it was partially thanks to the retiring man that Drystan was where he was today. Ever the polite wizard, he thought it best to pay his respects to the unique force of personality that Horace Slughorn was.

Coolly under-dressed with his dragon-hide jacket still on, he surveyed the room to see what the turn-out was like. But the man did know people from all over the span of the United Kingdom--and Drystan would bet his best broom a few outside of it, too. Many famous names aside from himself were present, as well as a few others less notable than their front-page counterparts. Including one blonde with whom Drystan was getting to become intimately familiar with. Intimately familiar in every other sense of the word, of course.

Drystan had never meant to steal that flat away from her--his sister could easily find somewhere else to live. But he was so curious about this enigmatic blonde, that he found himself half-heartedly engaging in a bidding war, just to find out more about her. Seeing her with Sadie had only cinched the deal, and he'd made another trip on his own to find out what her financial situation was. Unscrupulous, perhaps, but curiosity was a powerful motivator in cases such as these. Not that Miss Zeller knew any of that, of course. To her, he was probably just the Quidditch-playing jerk that went around knocking up women and denying it and stealing nice homes away from deserving single mothers.

But did that stop him from approaching her at the party with a gentle tap on the shoulder and whispered "hallo"?

No, it really did not.

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bestzeller
2009-06-15 01:33 am UTC (link)

Oh, for fuck's sake, did it look like she wanted to talk to anyone? It was bad enough she had to borrow one of her sister's old dresses and adjust it because she had more of a figure than Veronica (well it was true), but now she had to deal with someone who would most likely notice the alterations and---ha.

"Hello," she said primly, straightening out at the sight of Drystan. Ha, ha! He mustered up some dignity to go and speak to her after she'd managed to swipe away the absolute most perfect flat in the world? She had to give him credit; she would not have been able to look the victor in the eye after such a bidding war (in which she was quite sure her good looks played a key role). Bess rarely won things these days, so she'd been very loud about the victory to her friends and family.

Well---not Fabian, really, because the fact was that she was refusing to live with him again until the war calmed down (if they were even together by then). They were in a precarious position right now, but he'd been the best (and worst) thing to happen to her in a long time, so Bess wasn't going to easily give him up.

She sipped her drink with a slight, smug shrug of her shoulders, "How are you, Mister Fawcett?"

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brythonichero
2009-06-15 03:24 am UTC (link)

His eyes cast downwards, the corners of his lip tugged upwards in what he hoped she perceived as a polite loser's accommodating smile. Really, thought, it was just because seeing her that smug felt oddly like a victory for him. Inclining his head slightly, Drystan clasped his hands behind his back.

"I'm doing well, Miss Zeller. And yourself?" Drystan resisted asking how she was enjoying life in her new place of residence. In fact, he should probably seem slightly sour about the whole deal. He had, after all, appeared to lose a substantial amount. "I had no idea you were a member of the Slug Club back in the day."

Indeed, he said to himself as his eyes wandered the room once more, he had no idea any of these people had once been members of the private club.

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bestzeller
2009-06-15 04:02 am UTC (link)

Bess tried to keep her blush down, but she nodded comfortably enough and took a drink. Yes, the Slug Club. She remembered the first time Slughorn had approached her about coming to one of their teas, and how she'd declined in order to run a N.E.W.T.s level charms workshop in her sixth year. Of course that had made him pester her again, and Bess had sighed and accepted.

She'd always known how to make people work for her attention.

But what about right now? Bess knew that Drystan was a quidditch player, a good one at that, and he was here for obvious reasons. And she knew that he knew that she was just a secretary in the ministry. If he wanted, he could completely point that out to knock the smugness right out of her. Bess suddenly regretted the smirk she'd sent him not moments ago and silently prayed that Slughorn stayed far, far away from Drystan Fawcett and herself.

"I am doing quite well," she said, adjusted the strap of her dress slightly. Bess' eyes darted away for a moment to try and find the Professor, but thankfully he was caught up in a conversation with one of the Hobgoblins---oh, wow. Bess' lips twitched into a smile for a moment and then she turned back to Drystan, where her smile dropped immediately.

"Ah, yes---it seems like so long ago, really." Her eyebrows rose, "And were you? When you were in school?"

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brythonichero
2009-06-16 04:42 am UTC (link)

"For a while," Drystan flashed her a brief smile, but didn't expand further on the subject. He didn't often share anything about himself, if he could help it, barring people he was close to, such as Odette. But his public self was quite reserved—stand-offish, even. He was always polite, always inclined to continue a conversation, but there was very little warmth about him. Drystan's relationship with Miss Zeller was peculiar—he certainly knew intimate details about her that he would not ordinarily know if, say, he had met her here. And there was no question that she was quite aware of some of his own peculiar situations. What category, then, did Bess Zeller fall into? Benefactee was hardly the term, not even Drystan felt that applied (considering she wasn't even aware that she was such), but there was a certain amount of—cautious tension between the two, in his opinion. Or perhaps that was because he found her utterly fascinating, and that was positively unheard of.

He thought far too much. So much so, perhaps, that he was considering indulging in Professor Slughorn's oak-aged mead.

"You look very beautiful tonight," he said, nodding his head towards her golden garb slightly. His thoughts turned ruefully amused as he compared the casual purple robe he was sporting to the dress ones of those around him. He should probably stop being petty about dress codes and adhere to them every once in a while, he thought.

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bestzeller
2009-06-16 11:37 pm UTC (link)

Bess felt flattered immediately, but didn't show it as she finished her drink. She timed the last bit perfectly with the course of a passing waiter, and put the glass on his tray in one fluid motion, "You're not the first to say that tonight."

Except he was, but she couldn't let him know that. Bess may have literally been out of practice with social interactions and events, but she knew how to work them and play them like the expert she always had been. She had managed to get him to compliment her without looking as if she wanted to be complimented, and she let it slide off her shoulders as if it didn't mean a thing. Which of course it did; even though she did have her own quidditch hunk to attach herself too, she and Fabian rarely made it out to anything like this because of his family or the Order. Not that she would rather he place parties and socializing over those two things, it was just merely a fact.

And sometimes it was just nice.

Her coy smile stayed on her lips, and Bess noticed for the first time that Drystan did not have some hapless groupie clinging to his arm. Surely he had a girlfriend, or at least a flavor of the week?

"Are you here alone? That seems slightly ridiculous, if I want to be honest." Bess' brows furrowed; it wasn't as if she were one to say anything, she had decided to leave Sadie with her brother, and Fabian unaware of her location.

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