#dearevent02

below are the deets for my hoard of children. italic means that they’ll be affected

call me, beep me if you wanna reach plot with me

Ben couldn’t remember the last time he had seen his sister, and to say the reunion wasn’t awkward would be lying.

“You look well,” he commented, although this was perhaps aimed more at the glass in his hands than at his younger sister. Whilst he liked Jaina the best out of his other siblings, that wasn’t exactly saying all that much. They weren’t close, and Ben possessed a rather sinking feeling that Jacen had no doubt tried to pass Ben of as the antagonistic one in there recent encounters to anyone who would listen. 

“How is the uh... dancing, isn’t it?” That’s what she was doing, right? It had been so long since he had last seen her - several years? - that he had no knowledge of what was going on in her life. Did she see much of their family? Or had she broken off as he had? He doubted that.

Sirius had been feeling unnerved since his encounter with Snape, and after failing to find Lily amongst the crowd had made a beeline for the bar. Another whiskey would help to soothe his nerves. Turning from the bar, he took a long sip from his glass, the warmth of the liquid a soothing balm. 

Now, where was Lily? She couldn’t have gone far. Perhaps she’d bump into some friends. After all, most of the city had turned out for the event. He tapped the shoulder of the person next to him, raising his voice over the music. “Excuse me, you haven’t seen a redhead have you? Goes by the name of Lily.”

Glasses of champagne in hand that Adam had no intention of either of them drinking, he turned from the bar in search of Mara. Surely there would be someone he could pass the flutes off to. He eyed the fizzing contents. If it hadn’t been for the next day’s early call time, he would have easily been a few glasses in. Spying Mara across the ballroom, Adam began to weave his way through the crowd. 

“Oh, Sunny, wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.” He hadn’t made it far before he stumbled across his girlfriend’s younger sister. “It’s been a while. What is it that you’re up to these days?” He could hardly excuse himself now, no matter how much he wanted to get back to Mara.  “Can’t remember the last time I saw you.” Not that it was something he paid all that much attention to, if he was honest.

“Are you sure I look alright?” He asked, hands fiddling with the tie of his masque. “This thing is so uncomfortable! Why were masked balls ever so popular?” Charlie mused. “Well, I suppose they look cool.”  It was his first masked ball, and he was fairly excited, even if the mask in question was frightfully uncomfortable. Turning towards Felicity, he smiled brightly. “You look rather lovely tonight.” He paused for a moment, eyes widening slightly. “That isn’t to say you never look lovely - because you do. Every time I see you. But, I meant that... tonight you-” and he was babbling again. Great job, Charlie. He took a breath in the hope of steadying himself. “tonight you look especially lovely.” 

“Oh! Before I forget.” Reaching into the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket, Charlie removed a small box containing a corsage, holding it out towards Felicity. “From what I understand, this normally happens at proms... or at least it does in the movies.” He shrugged, his smile crooked. “This is for you.”