#smokevent

“Do people really drink this here?” Remus questioned to no one particular, his lips wincing at the drink. It was not a night for an English person to be questioning that of the Scots, but he couldn’t stop the words from leaving his mouth. “Not that it’s bad-it’s just different. As is...a lot of things tonight.”

Keeping that in mind she scanned the room. She didn’t recognize most of the people around her but that was the point she supposed. She took another sip of her drink (usually her favorite, although now it tasted off) managing to appear much more casual than she felt. Liv looked at the person to her right who also seemed to not know anyone. “Not a very exciting party, is it? The spread is disappointing. Wait, sorry, have we met before?” She was asking everyone that, not sure exactly who this ‘Imogen’ might know. 

Alessa wasn’t usually a “runs around with two kids on leashes, an espresso and a suitcase” kind of mom, but she’d be crazy not to adapt to this creature circumstance. How useless did her administration have to be to have this handled in such a mediocre matter? She didn’t want to think about it, but after three hours of useless meetings that were solving absolutely nothing, she needed a break. “Kids, whatever you decide to do with your lives. No matter what it is, don’t end up working with cabrões like that guy. I beg you.” She said though she didn’t really expect a reply, as the kids were too busy babbling with each other. >

Alessa smiled softly, but when she turned to look at them, there was a third creature playing with them. Alessa tugged at the kid’s leashes softly, pulling them a few inches away from the elkling, before kicking it in the face. Or trying to, as its pointy face was hard enough that the only one to hurt was Alessa herself. She couldn't just throw a killing curse with the kids right there, well she could, but not with them standing so close.   “HELP! There’s one of- of the ugly elves! Help!”