LOCATION: East India House. FEATURING: Andromeda Black. @andromedhs
He made a point of avoiding Andromeda the second he stepped foot into the establishment. Knowing what he was walking into, he couldn’t imagine being seen with him would do her any favours. In fact, that’s precisely what he thought himself to be doing, a favour. Narcissa had sought him out after the misunderstanding in the paper, and that had been the result of a humble conversation. There was no scenario that he could imagine would benefit from him being in the picture. Not at a grand event such as the Summer Solstice, where his attendance was considered taboo from the very beginning. Given how concerned Narcissa had been, he could only assume the great importance of such a ball. He did not want to jeopardize anything for her, despite how much he loathed the underlying nature of the event.
But that didn’t mean his eyes would not search the room. It didn’t mean that he would not smile when he caught the smallest glimpse of her. She shun bright wherever she was, standing out in the crowd like a beacon of joyous light. This night was no different. It was in her eyes, he thought. Always her eyes. The same eyes that he could not bring himself to meet when he stood beside her, pouring himself a glass of their speciality medley at the punch stand. He had noticed her coming, and simply lowered his head as a means of discretion. Ted shuffled along with careful steps, the sole of his shoes softly dragging against the hard floor. “Do y’ ‘ave th’ faintest abou’ what’s meant t’ be in this stuff?” He began with quaint small talk, meant to nurture further conversation. “I could never tell y’. I’m clueless wi’ drinks, me.”
