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“But she was the bad guy. Did you ever question her being awoken by a man she met once with a singular kiss. That’s the scarier part to me. No choice in the matter. A man just comes up while you’re you’re most vulnerable and kisses you.” she said wrinkling her nose. She looked excited to have someone know who she was. She looked over the woman and smiled. “That’s lovely to hear especially from a goddess.”

“you’re speaking to my soul,” lily shuddered in fellowship. how horrifying, to allow your story to be written by strangers. “always happy to see someone from my neck of the woods,” she smiled wryly, wondering how many people in the room thought a ‘comic book’ might be a particularly funny novel. “have you been getting ridiculous guesses?”

l a r a !

she had a drink in hand, which bubbled by some charm ( she hoped because the other option meant it was spiked or spelled and the results could be quite insidious ) when she heard the other woman’s voice. she was quick, but refined ( grace was drilled into a pureblood witch from quite a young age ) in her turn to face the other. her eyes floating up to the other before following her gaze. it was instinctual, the snort that left her lips. “merlin, they really went with  commedia dell’arte?” she uttered. it was brave, that was sure enough. the long-nosed mask was evident of a zanni character.

“less formal, more fancy dress, but i think slughorn will love it,” she admitted.

-

“i guess we have to applaud the attempt at highbrow.” the sneer behind her mask implied she did not, in fact, feel like they had to applaud it at all. “yes, it’s tacky and nonsensical so slughorn probably will love it. in fact, that might well be him under the mask.” there was no love lost between herself and the headmaster- to her, he was a soft old man with no aspirations to greatness or remarkable talent.

andromeda  found  herself  already  becoming  bored  —  the  urge  to  return  to  old  habits  and  disappear  back  into  the  dormitories  emerged  stronger  than  ever.  but  she  had  promised  herself  she’d  stay  at  least  a  couple  hours  which  is  how  she  finds  herself  taking  a  seat  next  to  her  older  sister.  her  large  skirt  balloons  over  the  lower  half  of  her  body  and  she  attempts  to  at  least  adjust  it,  pulling  it  closer  to  her  figure. “  it’s  more  like  people  don’t  know  how  to  dress  in  a  way  that’s  flattering  to  their  themselves.  much  of  these  walking  catastrophes  could  be  fixed  if  they  at  least  had  a  good  eye. ”  with  bellatrix,  she  knows  she  can  speak  freely.  and  at  least  with  the  masks  on,  they  could  judge  other  people  and  not  be  so  obvious  about  it.

-

“i like this green.” bellatrix stated matter-of-factly as she batted a swath of tulle away from her, turning into her sister to create their own little huddle, as they so often did.  “i mean, honestly, if this is the future than our society is doomed. if only mother could see,” she snorted derisively. “it would cure her of her marriage obsession if she knew this was the pool available.”

daisy had been excited for the masque ever since it was announced. she loved the chance to get to know people without any barriers between them and even though everyone was wearing a mask, it seemed people were freer than they usually were. she certainly was. daisy was here to make friends and enjoy herself tonight, without worrying about the monster roaming the halls. 

after spending a while dancing, daisy climbed up the stairs to get a little breather before she went back down and upon making the top stairs, she couldn’t help but let out an appreciative gasp at the woman’s feathered dress. “ oh my god! that looks fantastic!” daisy had dressed up but there was no beating the woman in front of her.

-

“congratulations, you have excellent taste.” bellatrix never deigned to accept compliments- after all, in what other scenario would you thank someone for stating a fact? “i had it made by my family’s favorite atelier in france- a bit difficult on short notice but they don’t like to say no to me.” who did? “it just wouldn’t do to rewear anything from last season.” 

the  reenactment  was  a  little  too  much  for  mary  to  follow,  especially  after  the  couple  beverages  she’d  already  consumed. her  head  feels  light  as  she  turns  to  face  her  friend,  features  suddenly  scrunched  up  in  thought. “  i  can’t  think  about  it  too  hard,  or  else  i’ll  fall  into  the  spiral  that  ends  with  me  realizing  that  my  entire  childhood  was  a  lie. ”  she  admits,  the  words  falling  from  her  mouth  in  a  rush. “  so  unless  we  want  to  go  down  that  rabbit  hole  …  ”

“oh? you mean your life didn’t turn out like a disney film? i just can’t empathize, mine’s absolutely charmed,” lily teased. “although to be honest, the magic school and ballgowns would be fairly on par for a princess movie.” they probably just would have left out all the stuff about pureblood superiority and the mysterious monster paralyzing their classmates. “they should make a movie about us.” 

marlene ! 

“we really do, it’s almost magical” marlene couldn’t keep the cheeky smile of her face and she looked over at her friend. lily has spend to much time working on every detail regarding tonight for the too of them, the witch didn’t have it in her heart to say no. marlene took the flute and thanked her friend by an incline of her head. “ just so you know, i didn’t come for you. i came for me true love.” winking at her, the brunnette drank her whole drink in one go.

-

“yes, yes, you came for your true love. me.” unfazed, lily passed her the untouched drink in her own hand before grabbing a new one for herself. “you know what they say- if you can’t get out of it, get into it. come on, i’m sure the drama club is looking for audience participation. maybe if we push to the front we can even get you a line,” she smirked.

hiding a giggle behind her hand, narcissa shot her sister a playful glare. if their mother were there… the very thought caused yet another laugh to escape the youngest black sister’s lips, and she shook her head, laying eyes on the object of her beloved sister’s scorn. “oh bella,” she said, fighting another laugh. “it’s not their fault their nose takes away from the whole look… if that weren’t the case, the… wardrobe choices may be a pinch easier to digest?” except the way she scrunched her nose up made it crystal clear that she was fairly certain the entire case was a lost cause.

running her fingers along the skirt of bella’s dress, she tilted her head to the side. “they can’t all be us,” ascertained the blonde. as if their mother would let that not be the case… even now, miles and ages and hexes away from druella, the womans presence was like a cold breath on the back of her neck. she shivered. then, just as she had been trained, she painted a smile on instead. “i could name at least three more people in my line of vision at this very moment whose ensemble is even more disappointing, but what fun is that? i’d rather hear who’s caught your eye? certainly someone out there has.”

-

“oh is that what it is?” she cut her eyes over at her sister. “i should volunteer to break it so they can have it fixed.” bellatrix didn’t joke like other people did- she instead made threats of varying levels of severity and simply expected the people in her life to know when she was serious and when she wasn’t. fortunately, she could usually count on narcissa. “you must be delusional. or drunk. unless we’ve gotten an exchange student, the offerings are just as disappointing as they’ve been since first year.” she mindlessly adjusted a strand of narcissa’s hair. “or you’re just asking me because you want to talk about someone who’s caught your eye. go on, you have my permission.”