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Post by mipie on Mar 19, 2009 21:49:37 GMT -5
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extra! extra! read all about it!
If there was something that was going on in the wizarding world, Astoria Greengrass was bound to know about it and she was bound to have been invited to it as well. Being one of the high ranking journalists in one of the most popular wizarding digests, she needed to know the scoop. With one last glance at the mirror, she checked if she looked presentable. Her long, golden hair was curled and styled up permanently with a spell that bound her hair upward so that only she could untie it. Two small portions of her hair was curled swiftly on each side and a silver headband cutting across her golden blond hair. She smiled as she saw that everything was still in place. Her face was coated with small portions of powder with a soft pink lip. The color of roses decorated her cheeks with a soft blush. She didn't wear too much makeup, of course. Astoria was vain enough to know how to put it on herself.
Her long cream gown with some hints of gold complimented her hair as it flowed to her feet. With matching silver high heels, she knew she was presentable. A few accessories and she was set. She then put everything she needed into her purse made of mokeskin. A rare thing that and it was silver as well. Very few people could pull gold and silver off, she was glad at the fact that she was one of those people... in her eyes, anyway. A small make up kit for emergency purposes. She put an enchanted camera inside, it was smaller and much more compact than it's predecessor. It was small and could be discreet if needed, be. A small notepad and a quick quotes quill. The only down side to her was that she never stopped working, not that she complained much. She was assigned to cover the ball and the event's inside it and if it was Malfoy's ball... it was destined to be good. She could smell a cover story from a mile away. She smiled as she put the invitation inside, side by side with her wand.
With one last check everything was well and in order. When she was sure that everything was ready, she took her purse at one hand and her golden mask with black outlining in the other. She was all set and ready to go. As always, she was going to the ball alone. She was going alone because she wanted to and because of the high probability of meeting someone interesting at the event. She left her house, leaving her parents and her older sister behind because she wanted to be a little early. She apparated quickly to the iron gates of the Malfoy Manor. It was large, elegant and pristine. She had to appreciate the fine structure that it held and the grandeur of the decor for the festivities. It was simple yet lavish at the same time. She presented her invitation to allow her entry and she set off inside. There were peacocks at the entrance. How... charming. She opened her small purse and took out her quick quotes quill and a piece of parchment. The two hovered by her side and took notes that she was thinking at the time. God, she loved magic.
She walked slowly, her heels making a soft clicking sound against the cobblestone. She entered the premises without delay and observed keenly. She got her wand from inside her purse and magically put on her mask. She put her wand back and got out her small enchanted camera. The moment it was activated, it fluttered about quickly and took pictures everywhere. She had already enchanted it to do it's purpose and it was good to take for the rest of the night. She stood at the hallways, pretending to admire the architecture of the insides once more. It wasn't as though she had never been inside the manor before but she had to look inconspicuous. There have been many balls and other frivolous events at the said home but still, she had to do her job and she was quite proud to say that she did her job well. Astoria had already planned out her evening. Look at what everyone else was wearing and demean them, look for possible drama wherever it may flair, a quick chat with the host of course was needed, and then just let the chips fall where they may. She saw the lights everywhere and her camera was set all over. So get on with the action already. Astoria was known for her remarkable impatience.
tags: open.
words: 781.
status: finito.
clothes: the... everything. and the mask
notes: i was watching sleeping beauty when i made this. sorry for the fail. twas distracted. xD
banner credit: cherry slept here @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by demetri on Mar 21, 2009 2:13:09 GMT -5
 There’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove•suit•mask• Demetri sighed, staring hard into the mirror as if, by doing so, he could make the image disappear. Nope, he was still dressed in a suit: black slacks, white shirt with black vest, and a brown jacket. A blue silk tie completed the image, and he tugged at it like a small child. A rare frown crossed his face, and he stepped away from the mirror, slipping on his black shoes. The only reason he was going to this ball was because his parents told him to. No matter that he was 28, hadn’t lived at home for 10 years, and had a job as a teacher. They had insisted that it would be proper for him to go, so go he did. He had tried to drag his sister, Ari, along, but she had sweetly claimed that she had far too much History of Magic homework. He didn’t even want his twin brothers along. So he would be going alone, mostly because he had to. He slipped out the door, grabbing his plain black mask and putting it on as he did so. He Apparated to the Malfoy Mansion, a place he had never really been before. He marveled at how big it was, and how much stuff there was. Though his own family was fairly wealthy, his flat was sparse. He just didn’t see a need for useless junk…like peacocks in the front lawn! He entered the mansion, and almost immediately caught sight of a blond woman with a camera and notebook and quill. He was about to walk past her, when her camera snapped a photo of him. “Hey,” he protested, holding a hand in front of his face a second too late. He gave a lopsided grin as the camera took yet another picture. “I’m guessing you’re a reporter of some kind,” he said, his tone faintly teasing. He stuck out his hand for her to shake, introducing himself. “I’m Demetri Selkirk. You?” |
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Post by mipie on Mar 21, 2009 22:30:38 GMT -5
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Astoria was getting a little bored. She was a woman who was hard to please and was easily bored with something if she wasn't thoroughly entertained. Sure, the ball was festive and whatnot. With all the merry music, the lavish decorations which weren't anywhere near garish, and what seemed like good food. What else could she have expected from a Malfoy, honestly. She knew she needed something wild to control, something to keep her occupied. Apparently, nothing like that was happening as of the moment and if nothing happened soon, she might as well rate the ball right then and there and give it the worst possible review ever. As her reviews, articles and whatever the hell it was she wrote, she always ended things with one statement. "You're nothing until you're talked about." With what Astoria was writing in her head so far, people are going to be talking about this ball for weeks, and not in the good way either.
Her eyes missed nothing as she saw a few more people arrive. A few fashion don't-s entered and her little camera took those, as a small mischievous smile formed on her lips. It was one of the many reasons she wanted to go to the ball anyway, besides cover the story. With all the possibilities that could happen in the festivities, she could almost smell the promotion. That blasted Skeeter woman would go into early retirement with what Astoria was planning. But alas, she might not even make the third page with the utter dullness of the festivities. She has done parties before but they're all the same, somehow. She wanted something new, something exciting, something that would make her want more. She wanted something that would pose as an actual challenge. That was why she chose her profession in the first place, for the thrill and the excitement that it offered. The parties and free stuff were a bonus too.
She walked around a little, trying not to look too much like a statue or just the common press. She was much more than that. She was invited to the ball and if no one was going to make headlines, she'd make headlines herself. She was getting lost in her thoughts and her eyes actually looked spaced out for a moment there. She broke out of her trance when a voice cut her moment of silence. She irked her head to see on whom it was. Her little camera immediately took pictures of him and zoomed off. He looked faintly familiar to her somehow, although she distinctly knew that she had never conversed with this man before. She was slightly amused by what looked like annoyance from all the picture taking and actually tried to cover his face. People always trying to avoid the camera are those who don't belong in pictures, anyway. It was then when she remembered on why he looked a little familiar. She had already categorized this one in her head.
A fashion don't. Coat was too big, even for him, whose height towered over her easily. The color didn't match his skin tone at all and it looked as if he got lost at a bargain bin or something. Hair looked like it was from the 90s and quite frankly, his mask didn't match with anything he was wearing. Oh yes, Astoria was cruel when it came to judgments. He already made Witch Weekly and Astoria was one who would judge easily, what with her experience with men. Her eyes questioned his sanity when he gave a rather odd looking grin. “I’m guessing you’re a reporter of some kind,” he said and he sounded like he was teasing. She rolled her eyes and teased him right back. "Figure all that out on your own, now did you?" her tone was cold and smooth like ice as she stared at his outstretched hand. She eyed his hand, his face, then his shoes over and over again, scrutinizing everything. She stared at his hand long enough until he let it drop. She wasn't known for her likeness of personal contact. She knew he was in her status, of course. But still... one can't be too careful. “I’m Demetri Selkirk. You?” She let out a small sigh and replied politely. "Astoria Greengrass, Witch Weekly." Who knew? Maybe she was wrong, maybe this would turn out to be an interesting conversation after all.
tags: demetri && still open.
words: 740.
status: finito.
clothes: the... everything. and the mask
notes: astoria was screaming at me the whole time i was writing this. i didn't even have a say at anything. xDDD
banner credit: cherry slept here @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by demetri on Mar 24, 2009 19:24:16 GMT -5
There’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove•suit•mask• Demetri could see the woman glancing over him, and could practically see the sneer forming behind her carefully controlled expression. Instead of getting offended, he grinned wider. He absolutely hated dressing nice, and pretty much showed that by dressing as oddly as possible without getting called out. This woman replied to his teasing in a cool tone, something not unusual among purebloods. However, he replied in the way that he always did: taking everything with a grain of salt and a lot of humor. “I did, in fact. I am quite a brainy one,” he said, his tone more teasing than arrogant. If she wanted to remain stuck up, then okay. If Demetri had to be here, then by Merlin’s beard he was going to have fun. She refused to shake his hand, and Demetri turned it so that his palm was up. “Ouch, rude love,” he said, his tone clearly mock hurt. He let his hand drop, shrugging his shoulders in an ‘oh well’ manner. He ducked as somebody, a server, came by bearing a huge tray of drinks. He swiftly snagged two, offering one gallantly to the woman who had introduced herself as Astoria. “If not a handshake, then a drink perhaps?” he asked, his eyes still twinkling with amusement and teasing. He glanced again at the camera, which had zoomed off, presumably to take pictures of more people for Astoria to embarrass or praise, though based on her reaction to him, it would probably be the former. “Hope you won’t be saying anything awful about me, love,” he commented, half turning to her. He lifted the drink to his lips, taking a small sip. He didn’t want to get drunk now; Demetri rarely did get drunk. However, it was better for him to take something than to be the subject of the infamous “what’s wrong with you, why aren’t you drinking?” speech he got from a host whenever he didn’t drink. *sorry if it’s lame; feel free to do as you will* |
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Post by mipie on Mar 26, 2009 0:02:06 GMT -5
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Astoria was absolutely right about him. He wasn't interesting nor was he appealing for her tastes in the least bit. That was quite a predicament with her. With everything that she had, she was easily bored. Like a small, spoiled child with mountains upon mountains of toys and the like and yet it was bored and uninterested in them all. So many choices and she didn't feel much like choosing. From just his looks, he couldn't grasp Astoria's attention on his best day. The only thing that she could use him as was a bashing article on what he was wearing. Which she would do with her gloves off and her nails out. To be quite honest, he looked like he was dressed up by his mother and that his mother has really poor taste in fashion and dresses her own son up in things that her husband threw out in trash. Cold and harsh? Well Astoria always speaks and writes her mind and sometimes, people really don't want to know what she's really thinking.
He seemed to find her cold insults humorous as he retorted her back sass with some not spiting remark, as Astoria would often expect from a pureblood. "I did, in fact. I am quite a brainy one," he said, and he seemed to be quite proud of that little fact as well. Nice comeback? Astoria's heard better from a five year old mudblood. "You could have fooled me." she said, rolling her eyes and pursing her lips, she looked a little disgusted out. Which, in all honesty, she was. "Now why don't you go give yourself a gold star and get lost?" she added coldly, looking away. Hopefully she would be entertained soon by someone more interesting and didn't look like someone who was stuck in 1785. She came to the ball to have fun, tease, mock, destroy Draco Malfoy's mighty name piece by piece and have some more fun. Teasing someone who was practically begging to be teased was not fun in the least bit.
She curled the hair that was hanging on the side of her face as he didn't seem to get the message that she didn't want him, exactly. He shrugged his shoulders and after he let his arm drop and actually said something. “Ouch, rude love,” he said and... was that supposed to be mockery? Someone get me out of here... she thought desperately to herself as she tried to think of a polite way to escape him. She may be cold and cruel but her manners and etiquette were always in check in any situation. "If not a handshake, then a drink perhaps?" he said, offering a drink that came from one of the servants who was strolling around, offering anyone alcohol. She needed some to be quite honest and if he was making an effort for him to get her attention, she was going to need more than one glass. But she'd save up for later. "No, thank you." she said coldly and smoothly, her tone icy and spiteful.
She let out a small hiss mixed with a chuckle at his next statement. “Hope you won’t be saying anything awful about me, love,” he said, still teasing pathetically in Astoria's point of view. "Keep calling me 'love' and something awful would be something you'd want to ask for instead." she said coldly, still. She was not amused and hopefully he wasn't that thick nor dim not to see that she wasn't amused in the least bit. "So you'll just have to wait and see, just like everyone else now won't you?" she teased back. She looked around too see that the ball still wasn't as active and it should be. Then again, it wasn't even late yet. As they said, the night's still young. Sooner or later something's bound to happen and someone's bound to get drunk too much. Count on Astoria to be there at exactly the right time. She needed that front page story, she needed that spread, she needed the dirt and most of all, she needed a good story to tell afterward. Like all the balls that the Malfoys held, they were talked about for days on end... maybe even weeks. Sometimes, they were so good, they were on the cover for a straight month. She had to admit, Malfoys knew how to throw a party. Then again, maybe it was one of Draco's clever plots to get drunken girls into bed with him because he had no apparent life. Astoria will just have to take in all the annoyances that she had to take to deliver her story.
tags: demetri && still open.
words: 775
status: done.
clothes: the... everything. and the mask
notes: i'm sorry for astoria's bad behavior. she's bitter. and she hit me three times with the keyboard. ow.
banner credit: cherry slept here @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Mar 27, 2009 15:54:42 GMT -5
It was that chilling reply, or was it that drew the stud known as Lucius Malfoy over to the small group of two. He had been standing around long enough to know their names and what exactly was going on. Astoria Greengrass and Demetri...he didn't catch the others name. Lucius almost winced as Astorias' lyrics slashed through the air, dismissing the young clutz, Demetri. If Lucius could feel sorry for people on a whim, he would have felt sorry for Demetri right then and there. But being the cold b.astard he was, only ironic humor and satisfaction crept through his veins.
Gracefully picking up a glass of red wine, he sipped it slowly, savoring the taste and feel of it on his tongue and throat, watching Astoria and her young admirer through the corner of his eye, his head was facing straight ahead but his observers looked to the side, kissers curled into the smallest of smirks.
Body held in a proud position, he allowed himself to rake his piercing gaze over the rest of the inhabitants of the Ball at that moment in time, taking in who was doing what and when. Lucius blinked smoothly and moved forward, surprisingly, away from Astoria and Demetri, not ready to take on the fiery witch just yet, but keeping some of his senses pinned on her.
Briefly though, he lost interest and wandered towards the balcony and stared out over the grounds, lost in his own thoughts. He had become like this ever since...certain events with the elder Malfoy didn't want to dwell on.
Sighing, he strode forward another step, lent forward and placing one graceful hand on the edge of the balcony, looked up, letting the cold wind sooth him and the scent of the wine confide in him. A soft hum was let out briefly as his tresses were toyed with by the wind, floating out behind him for a while before dropping around his shoulders again.
Now his skull was lowered and neck arched in a regal manner, muscle and sinew flexing underneath the skin as the thoughts and questions set in, thick and fast.
From what Lucius had heard, Astoria was a reporter, and reporters were only out to do one thing: crush and maim the names of the already fallen. Could he list himself in that category? Lips parted with a silent sigh, breath misting in front of him and vanishing. So, Voldemort ruled basically everything, but the humiliation of previous events couldn't drag themselves from the blonds' mind. Did this woman know anything about him, was he prepared for a backlash if he tried to introduce himself or even make conversation.
Another sip of the wine. Was it him, or was the liquor even more chilled than the last time it dropped onto his palette? Shrugging off the sensation once more, Lucius turned, straightened and strode back into the hall.
It was with caution though that he approached Astoria and Demetri, his stone grey eyes showing curiosity and lips showing the straight line of respect. There was nothing burdening him here, he couldn't allow that at all. One wrong move with a reporter and that could be it for his name. His posture was still straight and the adrenalin had just started to flow when he spoke, lyrics quiet and smooth.
Astoria Greengrass. A pleasure and an honor to have you here. |
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Post by dream5 on Mar 28, 2009 17:53:52 GMT -5
 • • • UP IN THE CLUB, DOIN' MY OWN THING • • • I SEE ANOTHER MAN AND HE'S COMING • • • DON'T GET JEALOUS WHEN MY ATTENTION SPLITS • • •The party had begun, and many people were dancing, and filtering throughout the large mansion. Her mode of transportation to get here had been her blood brother, Evander, who had brought this human with him, Alexandra. Nose wrinkled at the thought of that human, deciding what to do. Nervous about Evander's choice between his coven, or the girl. A soft growl rippled through her chest, while heels clicked softly on the floor as many people headed to the dining area to have their dinner. She - unfortunately - had gotten caught up, and even though there was a section to dance in, she had selected a table with two other people at it, and scratched at the feathered mask concealing her features. Oh, it was tied around her head, though her blonde locks covered it, so it appeared as if it was being held there by magic.
Eyes narrowed slightly, as she then crossed her legs and stood up, adjusting her yellow gown that she had planned accordingly for tonight. Quickly, she then brushed back some of her curled locks, and headed out into the hallways, the scent of the human food made her stomach churn. Thoughts drifted to Evander once more, hoping she'd be able to find him before the end of the party. Well - at midnight everyone removed their masks, then she could find him, but she could track him now, following Alexandra's scent. Pausing softly in the hall, eyes wandered, though body stiffened upon recognizing someone she hadn't seen in awhile, Astoria Greengrass, then an infamous blonde, Lucius Malfoy. Swallowing nervously, she lowered her head slightly.
Astoria and she had been good friends years ago, back when Astoria was around her age in appearance, around 16 or 17, as a Hogwarts student. Now she was a journalist, and she'd prefer not to be in the paper if that could be avoided. Reaching up, she brushed her hair in front of her features slightly, before realizing the mask was probably doing a good job of that. Quickly, thoughts stole away, and if they didn't recognize her, she shouldn't get nervous or antsy. The young woman squared her shoulders, speed enabling her to dodge some people who sauntered by, not wanting to be too near one of the Malfoys. Cringing slightly, though she knew she could outrun him, though some of their spells - possibly. If she could dodge a fight, she would and would do a lot not to fight a pureblood.
Teeth nibbled on her bottom lip, jaw moving slighlty, an antic she had picked up before she was turned. Dull, glassy eyes gleamed out from beneath the mask, as she nodded politely to the trio, "Ma'am, gentlemen." she just prayed her voice didn't give her away, but cast a glance towards the other blonde. Forging a weak smile on her features, something told her to stay there - fix this. The main reason she didn't want to speak to Astoria, was because of their shattered relationship. Course they were probably "friends," but not as close as they had been. Her own blood was telling her to not hang out with humans too much, but she felt her vampirism was getting in the way of her friendship with Astoria, and one day - just left. No explanation, nothing for her good friend.
That was why - she hadn't wanted to stick around. But now though, she wanted to. Maybe make things right. Tilting her head softly, allowing her locks to tumble past her shoulders, she politely greeted the blonde whom she immediately recognized, "Mister Lucius Malfoy, it's an honor." she curtsied, never forgetting her manners, though she barely smiled, hiding her fangs as best she could. "An honor to the three of you." she murmured to herself, sensitive ears picking up their shifting, heartbeats among other things. Remaining poised though, she smiled weakly, before noticing she had revealed her fangs. Quickly dropping the smile, she looked to Miss Greengrass, "Astoria..." she greeted her friend, knowing she would probably recognize her now.
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Apr 3, 2009 11:25:11 GMT -5
Mister Mister Lucius Malfoy, it's an honor.
Skull pivoting slowly, body half following his movements, Lucius made sure his back was never turned on the object of his immediate desire but also that he was partly facing this interruption. Immediately though a wave of suspicion and fear...if Lucius Malfoy could ever feel afraid after everything that had happened, washed over him. His lids lowered slightly, appraising her with a cool gaze, emotions hidden. But indeed this new comer held his attention for he was curious. Yes, Lucius was curious about her. There was something about her, her eyes were not quite clear and her manner not quite forward enough but Lucius was not stupid, this young lass in front of him was quietly dangerous.
A nod now, acknowledging her presence in front of him. It was slow and regal, polite and aloof.
A pleasure to meet you, young miss. May I have the honor of knowing what you go by? a smooth purr for lyrics, power as a subtle undertone to curiosity.
Twin pools of molten stone raked her. Was she hiding something, her expression and body language said she was, his intuition said she was, her eyes said...oh crap.
Lucius looked away swiftly, horribly aware of his own heart beating and his blood pumping through his veins, ateries...he had never been this self aware before. Raised eyebrow an he made the head aversion look like a glance back at Astoria. Looking back once more, his lips quirked into a small smirk of sorts as she muttered the other female name.
I take it you two know each other...? he was definitely amused.
OOC|| Sorry, word count 273. Erm, it won't happen again? I'll update this if I get more muse for the situation ^^ |
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Post by mipie on Apr 3, 2009 17:06:14 GMT -5
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Time seemed to tick by ever so slowly in her expense. Nothing dramatic was going on yet, so that was a shame. Or maybe not. It could fuel up her word count about how Malfoy was losing his touch, not that he had a touch in the first place. Sure the decorations and the place was lavish beyond belief but it was rather boring. Too much of the same old thing, Malfoy was losing it big time. And who else was to bring his demise than her? She wouldn't allow his downfall be brought about by someone else, it had to be her. He had a price to pay there would come a day when Astoria would come to collect. Her arms remained crossed across her chest, unmoving. She was unbelievably entertained or maybe she wasn't being entertained because she was stuck with perhaps the oddball of the entire pureblood guests. Whoever had the guest list veto needed to be reminded on what to pick. If Draco was in charge of the whole thing, Astoria wouldn't be as surprised. He didn't know a good thing when he has it.
It was then when she was saved by the people who she never dreamed of being the people who would save her from such a predicament. One was Malfoy, not the Malfoy she needed to see for professional purposes, but Lucius Malfoy. She respected him in his high place in society and therefore she couldn't lay a finger on him. Besides, it was his son that she abhorred. No reason to detest the father. But she was a firm believe of the old "Like father, like son" saying. "Astoria Greengrass. A pleasure and an honor to have you here." But of course it was a pleasure to have her here, she was the one who was going to destroy his family's name all because his son her broke her. No need to mention that though, she needed to keep things light. She beamed a small smile at him, mischief deep in her sapphire blue eyes. "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Malfoy." The pleasure of deteriorating the hierarchy that they have established over the past generations all because of one person, anyway.
It was then when the other savior from complete boredom brought back memories. Angelique Papillion was a face that Astoria would never forget, even under a mask. Perhaps not all the people who were inside the room knew what she was exactly, for Astoria knew that she liked to keep her true self in check. She didn't want attention drawn to herself and the species of which she belonged to. "Ma'am, gentlemen." were the first words that Astoria hear her utter. She knew the voice well and it hasn't altered even in the slightest, she was still the same Angelique as she was before. She wasn't exactly listening to the brief hellos and introductions that she had with Lucius Malfoy. Astoria was good at blocking out things that she didn't want to hear, things that weren't about her or things that didn't spark her interest. And she wasn't interested in boring introductions. She did hear something quite interesting however, the inescapable lure and smoothness of Lucius' voice. A sort of tone that was used as a purr, to lure in those helpless and meek. She would never forget the day she fell for something like that.
"Angelique Papillion." she stated right after Lucius asked her for her name, smiling still. "You haven't changed one bit." she added, although her statement was more literal than the two men could probably dream of. She still had the mischievous grin on her lips, it was almost a smirk. "I take it you two know each other...?" inquired the older Malfoy, his tone amused. "We go way back... Ought to be careful sir, Angelique's bite is worse than her bark." she teased, her eyes gleaming sinisterly. It would have been quite the interesting group. The snobbish journalist, bent on sweet, ice cold revenge; The Death Eater who was probably just looking for some spice; The girl who had more than enough secrets under her skin; And the poorly dressed man who seemed be the odd one out of the little group. Maybe the night won't be as dull as she perceived it to be.
tags: demetri && lucius && angelique && open... still. :]
words: 721.
status: done... oh yeah. :]
clothes: the... everything. and the mask
notes: astoria's so mean. i love her.
banner credit: cherry slept here @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by demetri on Apr 4, 2009 22:54:19 GMT -5
There’s nothing to lose
And there’s nothing to prove•suit•mask• Will post after Astoria; sorry I completly forgot -_-
EDIT: My muse for Dem being at the ball has curled up in the corner of my brain and is currently in a coma of some sort *pokes muse, to no avail* I feel real bad about such an interesting thread having to wait for me to struggle together a post, so everybody can just pretend Demetri wandered off sometime  He doesn't seem uber important in the thread, and I think the Astoria-Lucius-Angelique thread will be more interesting than having him hang around. If anybody wants to RP with the awesomeness of Dem later, PM me and we can work something out ;D Good luck, and 'member, it's not you, it's me! |
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Post by rileo on Apr 7, 2009 20:08:57 GMT -5
Hailey didn't quite know what she was doing as she walked through the door of Malfoy Manor lazily. Granted the place was decorated lavishly, as she expected it would be, she couldn't help but feel slightly uneasy. The large ballroom was crowded and she found herself irritated with the amount of people bumping into her shoulders, before making her way into the hallway. The next person to bump into her would find their head on a platter in front of Draco Malfoy himself. She snickered to herself as she was offered a small glass of wine. She took it lazily and sipped it as she looked around. She was only thankful that the Malfoys had good taste in wine or she would have to call the whole party a failure. Her thoughts trailed as she spotted the glimmer of bright blonde hair. She immediately recognized him as Lucius Malfoy, none other. Hailey could only smirk as she looked on. She couldn't remember the first time she'd ever seen him or his son, but she knew them well enough. Prestigious, apparently. She rolled her eyes as her thoughts switched to Draco Malfoy. She had spotted him quite a handful of times around different parts of the town. Though she had to admit she wasn't disappointed with his looks, not much could be said about his personality. Seeing as she had never spoken to him.
She didn't know whether to take that as a blessing or a small curse. Either way, she brushed thoughts of him aside and continued to sweep her eyes over the room, making small assessments of everyone she spotted. As she took another sip from her wine, she found herself entranced with the giant crystal chandelier on the ceiling. It's light was radiating off the tiny crystals and hitting the walls with tiny rainbows. She smiled slightly at its small comfort and began roaming the room in her own small world. She brushed off a few hands as they touched her shoulder, trying to hold her attention. Yeah, right. Like she would waste her time. Hailey set her wine glass down, content with the amount of alcohol in her system and brushed another hand off the back of her neck, sending venom out of her eyes at the victim. Shaking her head, she made her way closer to the walls, gazing up at some of the elaborate paintings on the walls. She only had the heart to gaze and admire these rather than the people in the room.
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Post by dream5 on Apr 7, 2009 20:54:20 GMT -5
a DAZZLING post shall be coming this way within the next 24 hours, i assure you, my friends, if i may call you that. :33
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Apr 8, 2009 10:47:59 GMT -5
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Malfoy."
Ohh, silken yet dangerous. He liked it. Letting a few of his teeth show in a smirk, he ran his tongue over them quickly, raising one eyebrow as he did so. Oh course it was her pleasure, she wanted to burn his name to the ground...because of his son. As if he didn't know that. Holding back a sneer now. This was no time to hold a confrontation, anyway, Draco was untouchable, the Dark Lord was protecting him. A deep chuckle left his slightly parted lips at this thought. This woman was out of her depth and soon, if she kept up what Lucius thought she was keeping up, she's be over her head in shit, and Lucius would be there to laugh at her.
His smirk faded slightly as Astoria let of another comment, it was seemingly harmless but the glitter in her eye said something alot more. Without realizing it, Lucius expression had gone from one of pure amusement, to one of cold calculation, one eyebrow raised, he indulged with Astoria for a little longer, his patience being tried hugely. She thought she was so clever, acting innocent like this, thinking he didn't know any different. It was an insult to his intelligence. Another raised looked in the direction of the two women.
The newcomer to the conversation. Angelique, looked a bit cowed. Maybe hiding something or intimidated by Astoria. He chanced a neutral counter to Astorias' quip. His voice smooth and gentle.
I doubt that. And anyway, the only thing to bite round here is food. A small smirk, quickly flitted onto his face and Lucius titled his head at Astoria slightly. The smirk, if not slightly patronising, was gone in an instant.
Anyway, if you go way back, you should have put aside your differences by now, if you had any. All I'm saying is that was a bit of a formal greeting, ladies. he drawled.
Soft jazz music filtered through the doors and walls and Lucius couldn't help but look up in the direction of the sound. Jazz was an old favourite of his. Even though the muggles had invented it, he allowed himself that one worldly sin. With a smirk he lowered his head back to the normal position, neck muscles flexing unseen underneath his clothing.
Eyelashes flicked slightly as another being caught his attention, his head turned once more in another direction, looking straight at the cause of distraction. Customary smirk back in place, he moved off with a quite cough.
Excuse me, ladies.
He approached her from behind, watching the upwards tilt of her head. Before hand she had been glaring dagger at anyone who touched her so he didn't even try. Gliding around to stand beside her, Lucius held his glass of Rose wine gracefully in one hand, taking a sip before he spoke.
Evening, my dear. May I have the honor of knowing your name? his query came out as a rasping purr, throat dry from not saying much.
Word Count: 370+
OOC|| Sorry I took so long, I was waiting for several people to post. I should be more agressive.
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Post by rileo on Apr 8, 2009 14:27:04 GMT -5
The paintings were strewn about the walls in an orderly manner, though she couldn't quite pin any type of person in this room to take such care into hanging paintings. Most likely the house elves doing something silly to keep from being scolded. She laughed at this thought to herself quietly and moved her hair to the other side of her neck. It was becoming a distraction and she thought about pulling it up and being done with it. Then, an unfamiliar drawl came from behind her. She tilted her head to the side as they spoke, judging the tone. Yes, they were very keen on themselves. She could tell. Their voice was cold but smooth, the kind that was hard to find anymore. But still, it sounded as if they knew what they could expect at the conversation already. At least they hadn't touched her. Sighing lightly, she turned around, only to come face to face with Lucius Malfoy. She almost had to hide the smirk begging to surface on her face.
"Hailey Wood. Though I'm afraid your introduction is wasted, I already know who you are." she replied finally. Hailey didn't have a clue as to why he would be talking to her of all people, but then again, who wouldn't want too? Yeah, she had her own cocky side to her. And just by looking around she could gather that she had more wit and looks than half of the women there. Though that was all in her personality and years of never ending talk. Turning back to the paintings, she walked a ways down, stopping at another one. "I must admit, your paintings are some of the most exquisite pieces I've ever seen." Changing the subject was something she had learned to do easily, though she didn't expect herself to change it before one was even inducted. But she wouldn't think too much tonight. She had spent too many nights thinking about nothing in particular and she wasn't going to waste her time doing it tonight.
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Post by dream5 on Apr 9, 2009 18:38:17 GMT -5
• • • UP IN THE CLUB, DOIN' MY OWN THING • • • I SEE ANOTHER MAN AND HE'S COMING • • • DON'T GET JEALOUS WHEN MY ATTENTION SPLITS • • • A gentle shift and the blonde tilted her head slightly, curls falling past her shoulders as she did so. Arching an eyebrow behind her mask, when the light blonde-haired man, Lucius Malfoy no doubt spoke towards her, she opened her mouth, though Astoria beat her to the punch. Oh yes, there was definitely something bitter there. She didn't need to smell it to sense it was there. The bitter sweet thought of revenge was sweet on Astoria's mind - she presumed, and she just hoped she wasn't at the top of that list. Movement caught her attention, Angelique's eyes flickered towards Malfoy's figure. "It's a pleasure, Lucius Malfoy." she murmured softly in his direction, as if avoiding eye contact with Astoria for a few moments. Attempting to get away from the talk they'd probably have eventually.
Though, she'd have to explain herself sometime. What she had done, she knew was unthinkable. Unreasonable to just leave a friend there. Now - her intimidation factor was rising, because Astoria could "destroy" her in a snap if she so wished. See, Angel didn't like being a monster, the thought of draining someone's blood did, yes, appeal to her in a sense, but her more human one that she still hadn't quite lost yet was still there. Licking her lips, when Malfoy's heart beat picked up, her sensitive ears, allowing her to hear it. Unable to help herself, Angelique allowed a coy grin to plaster itself across her features. Though when her old friend greeted her, Angelique nodded softly, and replied, smoothly as if she'd rehearsed this hundreds of times in front of a mirror, getting it perfect, "Ah, I think I'll take that as a compliment." hoping the journalist wouldn't get under her skin, as Lucius mentioned biting, when Astoria, her entire body went rigid for a moment.
Biting someone...here? First off, she'd never do that, secondly, especially not Astoria or Lucius for that matter. Lucius was too powerful, and Astoria - there was still that certain amount of respect and admiration she had towards the now - older blonde. Memories flashed, as she remembered when she and Astoria would spend countless days hanging out together, back before when Angelique seemed to still have some issues controlling herself. Now though, she could go around easily, during the day sometimes with the Floo network, or millions of pounds of sunscreen on her. As Lucius dismissed himself, she arched an eyebrow towards Astoria, and added, "I surely hope we have." and grinned weakly, her pale skin glittering softly in the lights from over-head.
The mood for a short conversation, if she could get that out of Greengrass, Angel inquired, "How do you like writing? I've read some of your stories and such, I like them." she grinned innocently, now practically free to flash her larger-than-normal-sized teeth since Astoria already knew exactly what she was. Though, she did wish slightly Kistin or Evander was here. Granted, Kistin could be a bit of an ass sometimes, but he was still her blood brother, they called each other, since they had been turned by the same vampire. Angel always felt more confident with Evander or Kistin around. Dull, glassy eyes fixed onto Astoria, though she was ready to leave if things got out of hand.
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He doesn't seem uber important in the thread, and I think the Astoria-Lucius-Angelique thread will be more interesting than having him hang around. If anybody wants to RP with the awesomeness of Dem later, PM me and we can work something out ;D Good luck, and 'member, it's not you, it's me!