One person off her list. The process of elimination could be a laborious task with how many people were on campus grounds. Not to mention she had no recollection of whoever's handwriting this was.
Once more, Petra finds herself in the middle of the courtyard watching as others get paired and find their anonymous sender. The hint she had received hadn't been much more helpful than the first. Ferdinand, she thinks at first, but she had seen him earlier with a tall woman. A good majority of participants seemed to be noble as well.
By chance, she approaches a blond man from behind. She studies the note and looks back up at him. Well, he sort of looked like the… hoity toity type. Noble… She supposed there was still time to figure out who it was if this were wrong as well.
"Excuse me, do you have recognition?" She asks, taking a moment to look at the note once more before presenting it before him.
WHAT MAKES YOU A GREAT DATE TO THE ETHEREAL BALL? "I'm hoity toity and stuck up so I've been to balls before." WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR IN A DATE? “Someone as obsessed with nobility as I am.”
After the odd beast-eared girl approached him, Andrei made a valiant effort to put the entire 'blind date' affair from his mind entirely. Whatever Ethlyn had written, it was possible that its receiver (rightfully) passed it off as a jest of poor taste, and gave up the matter.
This hopeful train of thought only lasted until a voice behind him halted his walk through the courtyard, and a series of two questions and answers shown to him. While he obviously hadn't seen what had been written for him beforehand, he did recognize the handwriting as that of the younger Chalphy's, which irked him almost as much as the words themselves. How predictable these answers were, for someone like her to come up with.
"...Unfortunately," Andrei ground out, crushing the paper in his hand without a second thought and hoping its contents will soon be forgotten by the other. At the earliest opportunity, he'd have to give Ethlyn another piece of his mind.
For the moment, he turned his attention back to his designated partner. It would be poor etiquette to take out his anger on some random stranger who had done him no wrong, and thus, somehow, he managed to refrain from glaring.
Still, he felt the need to clarify an important matter. "I did not write those answers, in case you couldn't tell," he said pointedly, "The only piece of truth contained within them is that I do have experience with events as these." Perhaps he even would've shown up of his own accord, even if he hadn't intended for the presence of a date.
"I will accompany you if it is a requirement, but do not expect me to entertain you like some lovestruck, courting youth."
















