Holy hell I'm going to be sick and throw up. I don't know what I'm doing but here's what I wrote... quasi wrote? IDK... brain is dead now. Is this a... Blurb..? Drabble? Idk. 🤷🏻♀️
For some reason I really wanted Andrew Larson involved... So here we are.
This is my first foray into writing and actually sharing... what has this fandom done to me??? 😱☠️ I'm still figuring out my style so bear with me as I learn.
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After some decent sleep, I read through this and it's absolute trash. I will rewrite and probably delete this once it's been rewritten.
Andrew Larson sighed as he entered the grand ballroom of the Raffolo estate. The extravagant party was in full swing, but he couldn't summon any enthusiasm for the lavish affair. The only reason he was here was because his parents, eager to maintain their standing among their high-ranking colleagues, had forced him to attend. “It’ll be fun!” They said, “You can make friends there Drewbie,” his mother had cooed. “Maybe even find a nice girl to marry one day!” His father winked at him playfully.
As Andrew made his way through the crowd, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the opulent surroundings and the elegantly dressed guests. He felt like an outsider in this world of prestige and political maneuvering. The air was filled with animated conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the enchanting melodies of the orchestra. It was all so overwhelming.
Suddenly, the host, Mr. Raffolo, took the stage, capturing the attention of the room. Andrew's gaze turned towards him, his mind drifting as Mr. Raffolo delivered his speech. However, his attention was abruptly brought back to the present when Mr. Raffolo introduced someone of great importance to him.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce my favorite niece, Coralie Silverthorn!" Mr. Raffolo's voice boomed through the ballroom, accompanied by the resounding applause of the guests.
Andrew's curiosity was piqued as his eyes fell upon the captivating figure that entered the ballroom. He couldn't help but notice the graceful sway of her long, straight black hair, the intensity in her mahogany eyes as they scanned the room, Coralie Silverthorn, with her striking features, exuded an air of elegance and mystery. She was accompanied by a handsome escort, someone Andrew vaguely recognized as Alfie. Their paths had crossed before, though the circumstances eluded his memory. There had been fleeting encounters, brief interactions that left Andrew with a sense of familiarity, but the specifics remained hidden in the recesses of his mind. He couldn't recall how he knew Alfie.
As he observed Coralie and her escort, Andrew couldn't help but wonder about their relationship. They moved together with an ease and familiarity that suggested a deeper connection. Were they close confidants, bound by shared experiences? Or was their alliance more circumstantial, united for the purpose of attending this grand affair?
As Andrew's gaze lingered on Coralie and Alfie, he couldn't help but wonder about their relationship. Were they friends, relatives, or something more? The questions swirled in Andrew's mind, adding an extra layer of intrigue to Coralie's presence. He couldn't help but be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He watched as she moved through the crowd, navigating the room with an effortless grace, leaving an impression on those she encountered.
Caught in the whirlwind of the crowded ballroom, Andrew found himself inching his way toward Coralie.With each step, his heartbeat quickened, anticipation mingling with a hint of nervousness.There was an undeniable appeal about her, a combination of beauty, poise, and an aura that intrigued him.
Summoning his courage, Andrew approached Coralie, a hint of nervousness mingling with his curiosity. He hoped to catch her attention and engage in a conversation, even if just for a brief moment. But the presence of her escort, Alfie, made him hesitate. Would it be too forward to approach her with someone by her side?
Nonetheless, Andrew found himself inching closer, his steps guided by a mixture of bravery and curiosity. He admired the way Coralie effortlessly navigated the social dynamics of the party, her warm smiles and gracious demeanor captivating those around her. Finally reaching Coralie and Alfie, Andrew offered a polite smile. "Good evening. I couldn't help but overhear Mr. Raffolo's introduction.”
Coralie, gracious and composed, returned his smile. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you too."
She smiled at him and he couldn’t even remember what left his mouth after he said good evening. Did he even introduce himself to her? Ah, well shit. He thought.
Andrew found himself drawn into their conversation, his curiosity urging him to learn more about Coralie. They exchanged pleasantries, discussing the festivities and the enchanting atmosphere. As they spoke, Andrew couldn't help but be captivated by Coralie's wit and intelligence, her every word leaving an impression on him.
Meanwhile, Alfie observed their interaction, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips. He excused himself, giving Andrew and Coralie a moment to engage in conversation without his presence.
As the evening unfolded, Andrew and Coralie continued to converse, their discussions ranging from their shared interests to the enchanting ambiance of the ballroom. Andrew found himself entranced by Coralie's presence, her intelligence and charm leaving him eager to learn more about her.
Through their conversation, Andrew discovered a shared passion for intellectual pursuits and a desire to make a lasting impact in the wizarding world
The remainder of the evening, Andrew found himself stealing glances in Coralie's direction after they parted ways. He was captivated by her. As the night wore on, Andrew's initial reluctance to attend the party faded, replaced by a growing curiosity and a desire to spend more time with Coralie Silverthorn.
Their brief conversation had left an indelible impression on Andrew, and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to discover about Coralie. He wanted to know about her aspirations, her dreams, and the experiences that had shaped her into the captivating person she was.
While his mind buzzed with questions, Andrew's gaze wandered towards Alfie, who now stood a short distance away, observing their interaction with a knowing smile.
With Coralie excusing herself to continue mingling with the guests, he approached Alfie, who greeted him with a friendly nod. "Alfie, isn't it? We've crossed paths before, haven't we?"
Alfie's smile widened, as if he had been expecting this moment. "Indeed, we have, Andrew. It seems fate has brought us together once again."
Curiosity burning within him, Andrew leaned in slightly, his voice lowered so he wouldn't embarrass himself for being unable to recall their connection. "I can't seem to recall the specifics of our previous encounters. Could you enlighten me?"
Alfie's eyes twinkled with mischief as he spoke, his voice filled with amusement. "Ah, that could be because we're both students at Hogwarts, my friend. You see, I am a seventh-year student there."
A wave of realization washed over Andrew as he processed Alfie's words. The missing fragments of memory began to fall into place, connecting the dots of their shared history. Alfie's presence at Hogwarts explained their past encounters, but the exact nature of their connection still eluded him.
Andrew couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment for not remembering, and he wondered how Alfie had become familiar with him. Sensing his curiosity, Alfie's grin widened mischievously.
"Ah, dear Andrew, I must confess that our paths have crossed in the most unexpected way," Alfie said, his voice teasing. "You see, my friend, it is your many admirers that have allowed me to become acquainted with you. I often hear their squeals and giddy conversations in the common room."
Andrew's cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and slight embarrassment. He hadn't realized that he had garnered such attention among his fellow students, let alone female attention. It was surprising revelation, and he couldn't help but wonder how Alfie fit into the picture.
Alfie chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't worry, Andrew. Your admirers have provided me with a front-row seat to witness your escapades and adventures. We may not have interacted directly, but your presence has been felt through the echoes of their stories."
As Andrew absorbed Alfie's words, he couldn't deny the growing sense of familiarity that now enveloped them. Despite their indirect connection, a certain camaraderie sparked to life in that moment, as if they shared a deeper understanding that extended beyond their initial encounter at the party.
Andrew's gaze shifted back to where Coralie stood, engrossed in conversation with another guest. The magnetic pull he felt towards her remained strong, and now, armed with a newfound curiosity and intrigue, he was even more determined to unravel the mystery that is Coralie Silverthorn.
As the evening drew to a close, Andrew bid Alfie farewell, grateful for his newfound understanding of their shared connection as fellow students at Hogwarts and their conversation lingering in his mind.The party may have been an obligation, but it had sparked a flame of curiosity within him, igniting a desire to delve deeper into the enigmatic lady he knew as Coralie Silverthorn.
