Adelaide Boot

"are your parents here?" coop asked, peeling his eyes away from his parents to look around the rest of the ballroom. "to be honest, seeing them here like this, it is just making me miss them more." knowing that all of this was bound to go away at some point and he would be faced with the reality once again that they were gone was praying on his mind. he gave a gentle smile in adelaide's direction, "it seems it is every good parent's job to try and embarrass their kids for some fun." he knew his used to do it to himself, his brothers, and his sister, but it would always end in an eye roll mixed with a fit of laughter.

cooper cleared his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check. "they look happy, don't you think? i'm not even sure i should interrupt." he didn't say who they were, but it was clear who he was looking at through his mask. the dancing couple lovingly gliding across the ballroom. his parents.

"Hey Addie," She said, glad that this stupid mask didn't cover her mouth. "Do you want me to help talk you through it?"

"Well, this is slightly horrifying, isn't it?" Despite everything, Pandora's tone was light, careful, but a breath of levity in a dark place. "Do you suppose this ball was planned in good faith or are we in some kind of danger?"

Lydia was curled up in her bed. She had already had a good cry about how the festival had ended and now she just wanted to go home. 

“Can I go now? Are you here to break me out?”

Lydia gave the window a longing look. “Are you sure it would make things worse? Because it’s kinda sounding like she had the right idea. It’s so boring here.”

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“Do not.” Adelaide warned with a laugh, following Lydia’s eye line. “I guarantee you that jumping out the window will only cause more injuries, meaning you’ll be in here for longer.” She pointed out. “I don’t think you want that.”

“Do you want a hand with your wildflower bundle? I brought plety of ribbons if you need something to tie it..”

“People don’t always expect their spindly little stems to pack a punch! Which is, of course, quite the point from the flowers’ perspective.” Sybill grinned and fished out her ribbon bundle, “watch out for the ones with fuzzy stems too, they’re often sharper than they look. What colour would you like?”

“I certainly didn’t. Perhaps this is payback for all that skiving off I did during Herbology lessons? It’s finally coming back to bite me - not literally though, thank Merlin there are none of those plants around.” Adelaide replied, scanning the flowers she had in front of her for any stems she deemed particularly fuzzy. “I thought purple might look nice.”

“Do you want a hand with your wildflower bundle? I brought plety of ribbons if you need something to tie it..”

Where: Festival grounds

“Do you want a hand with your wildflower bundle? I brought plety of ribbons if you need something to tie it..”

“Is it that obvious that I’m struggling?” Adelaide asked with a laugh. “Yes please. If I accidentally poke myself on another thorn, I may actually cry.”

“… and sure, I’d never go, I just want to be invited, you know?” Adelaide sighed. “It’s a little rude to be sitting in a packed staffroom and only invite half of the people sitting in there, isn’t it?”

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“not if you only want half of them to show up.” kaz shrugged. “frankly, I’d be happy that they left me alone from the get go.”

“not if you only want half of them to show up.” kaz shrugged. “frankly, I’d be happy that they left me alone from the get go.”

“S’pose so.” Adelaide admitted. She wasn’t really one for party planning, but she could imagine only having half of your invitees show up would throw a spanner in works. “Yes, but you don’t sound like you’d want to go at all. I’d at least like to go sometimes.”

“It is definitely not the best feeling,” Gideon agreed, nodding his head. “But perhaps because you never went… They don’t want to be disappointed when you say no?”

“…I’ve seen worse omens.” Sybill said, her voice maybe a tad higher in pitch than usual. “And as far as bad luck goes, there’s none so bad that it can’t be countered. Or prepared for. Or… At least, all bad luck can be warded against, in some sense.” She waved her hands towards the mess as if dismissing it, “this will all seem funny in a few days. Maybe.” 

“Oh, I’m screwed, royally screwed.” Adelaide replied, shaking her head. “I’m going to have to... leave the country or something aren’t I? Can bad omens follow you across the sea? I really should have continued with divination after my OWLs.”