beatrice-lestrangeâ:
Obligatory Family Invitation
Beatrice had come prepared in relatively plain clothesâa simple black dress with a rather large diamond necklace that would have forced her torso to sink had it not been charmed. She was not in need of a stylist, though what she wore looked typical of what she wore every day anyway, only with larger jewels. Rather, she was at her cousinâs apartment to attend the ball with her, though she had a feeling this was more out of obligation than kindness.
And of course Beatrice has to accept. It was rarely that she got to visit another countryâs school, though she heralded both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to be of higher merit. Her father had to leave the country to seek potions knowledge that Hogwarts hadnât taught.
If the intention had been to get ready at Alomaâs, then Beatrice didnât get the message. Her hair was done up and her jewels set as soon as she arrived, and she sat in the dining room chair, staring at the dog, who stared back. She made no effort to make herself comfortable, nor did she try and convince herself this was going to be a good time. Her encounters with people here hadnât exactly made her feel welcome.
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Aloma poked her head out of her room, an apologetic smile on her face. âSorry, I must have lost track of the time. Iâm almost ready Beatrice...â She was glad her cousin had accepted her invitation to come with her to Hogwarts on such short notice, though that was mostly her own fault for having debated on it for so long. Still, she had made a point to try and reconnect with her older cousin despite how different there worlds had been growing up.
âIâm happy you decided to come with me, by the way. Mum, dad, and my brothers will be there and I know theyâll be excited to see you.â Aloma raised her voice a bit so she could be heard from the other room, thinking for a moment before adding. âAnd if Ronanâs giving you any trouble just tell him to go lay down, heâll listen even if he grumps a bit.â Sheâd noticed them just staring at each other when sheâd poked her head out, though at the sound of his name heâd turned his big head around towards her room and started wagging his tail lazily. âHeâs a good dog and for the most part understands personal space, but heâs also a big baby that acts like heâs never been loved a day in his life.â She finished her hair a moment or two later, stepping out into the living room.
âAlright, ready to go if you are...â















