Delilah Jane Spinnet
01 June 1982 @ 12:16 am
Oh Henry!  
Delilah was beyond excited to be meeting up with Henry. Yes, she legitimately wanted to talk about business. Her schedule and the people wanting to sponsor her and such was getting hectic and she needed help. And who better to help her than the fabulous quidditch agent that was Henry Wadcock. Granted she didn't play quidditch but really, that was semantics.

Not to mention, she'd really use anything thing to have the excuse to pester him on a daily basis again.

So she waited patiently for him to join her at a corner booth at the Three Broomsticks for lunch. She sipped on her drink watching the door, wondering just how much she could talk Henry into doing.
 
 
Cael Gray
01 June 1982 @ 05:25 pm
Cecilia  
Cael scowled as he stared into the bathroom mirror, adjusting the tie of his dress robes before he stepped back to look at himself in the mirror. The blonde haired blue eyed architect cleaned up well – hell, he could almost pass for a member of high society, while in that get up – but he never felt comfortable in this kind of attire. He didn’t like ties, because he felt like they were always too tight around his neck, but he also knew that he was going to get a lot of attention that night, seeing how he was one of the designers who had worked on the building he was standing in.

A new theater that had opened up in downtown London, and invited were the elite members of the wizarding world, attending the first showing of an opera that was to take place on the new stage.

Sighing, he once again pulled at the collar of his shirt, before he turned to exit the bathroom, right back into the bustling crowd who were just starting to head inside to take their seats. He wasn’t ready to sit yet, since he was a little antsy, and felt like he needed a drink before he had to sit through a 3 hour opera, sung in a language he didn’t understand.

Really, he was all about being worldly, but he also liked knowing what the fuck was going on.

He made his way towards the bar, ordering himself a Scotch before he swiped his hand through his hair, and glanced to his side – though he did a double take when he was certain he had seen-

“…Cecilia Hooke?”