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
2009-06-15 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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