People only come for free cake, anyway

Before Nikolo could answer Eli came up behind her. “Good Morning Eli,” She sighed, “and Thanks, so do you.” she gave him a quick hug. He said something about breakfast and Cecilia grimaced, “Do we have to go?” she asked him. She didn’t like eating much let alone would she like to eat in front of Nikolo. She looked into Elijah’s eyes and before he could reply she sighed and turned to Nikolo, “Come on lets go get some breakfast.” she held her hand out for him to take before heading toward the dinning hall.

Cecilia spotted three seat away from most of her family members and drug Nikolo toward them. She sat down in one leavening the one next two her open for Nikolo. She hoped no one would sit in the third seat. She also hoped that no one made her move. Unless it was Sevastian or her Father. She didn’t expect either of them to sit there especially not after the last time she and Sevvy talked. ‘god he’s cute,’ she thought quietly as she smiled at him, ‘I wonder what he’s thinking’ almost all of her thoughts where on Nikolo. She went into a day dreamy state as she smiled at him.

After a short chat with Irina (the woman was in pieces) Mira made her way back down to the main entrance to greet the guests that were starting to arrive. Mira was well associated with the Krum name by now, known to be married into the family sooner than later. Mira had started to be introduced by Viktor as Elijah's fiancee, much to her delight. Even though she had the ring on her finger it somehow didn't feel quite official. Almost as if Elijah's word wasn't worth all it promised to be.

The entrance hall was beautiful and decorated for the celebration ahead. It expressed in an instant the type of lifestyle the family lived. Expensive. Mira suddenly felt under-dressed in her simple outfit. She had countless dresses at home that could arrive in a second and was seriously considering changing. Luckily the knowledge that she was way prettier than every single woman in the room, even the ones practically in ball gowns kept her from running off to the bathroom to completely re-invent herself.

Mira wondered aimlessly through the small groups of talking, wealthy, people looking for someone to engage her in conversation. She looked radiant, in a completely effortless way. This was Mira's element and it showed.

At the d'Eath residence, Damien opened his eyes, realized the day, and let out a long and dreadful sigh. Today, a wedding will take place at the Krums'. Usually, news like that would bother Damien the least. Not only that, but news like that would never even have gotten to his ears, had it not been for Georgia Wheelbarrow. Georgia had mentioned the event and the need for an escort. Damien was hardly interested in the conversation because it involved Elijah Krum, but as soon as he realized how Mira Anderson would be there, his attitude shifted.

Elijah had never been a friend, and he knew that Elijah would never consider him one too. It was a conflict of interest, to say the least. All the nights of fantasizing about his what-would-seem-like-forever infatuation with Mira, and also the nights of torture from thoughts of Elijah and her. Damien scowled at that thought and reconsidered his offer to be Georgia's escort. Going would provide him yet another opportunity to see Mira who, Damien knows, sees him as nothing more than like a protective younger brother. On the other hand, to go would mean he has to suffer hours of watching the bliss that is Elijah and Mira against the backdrop of what Damien had always been cynical about - marriage. But he had made a promise to Georgia, and he did not want to disappoint her by backing out at the last minute.

Tossing the blanket away from him with a fierce force, Damien pulled himself out of bed. His face, if anyone would see, displayed his tortured insides. Still, there was a little part of him excited at the prospect of getting to see Mira. He hoped the trip to the Krums would at least be worthwhile. Georgia though, he expects, would suffer from her friend's whining after the wedding. Damien had always lapped all of his miseries on Georgia, preferring not to share it with any other soul than who he trusts to be his best friend and confidante. Damien strolled to the end of his room where the facade of the building is almost completely of glass. He stared out at the forest outside, a location his part-vampire father had chosen, and began to stretch while taking in the view. As soon as that was done, Damien went to get ready for the wedding.

Why's she late?! Damien thought to himself. Now standing on Krum grounds, he felt a lot less assured of himself. He had decided that he would attempt to stay out of Elijah's sight, as much as he can. For one who is usually punctual, not surprising because of his obsession over everything neat and proper, Damien felt slightly irritated that he had to wait for Georgia. Since it is a wedding, Damien had suited up exactly the way that his father always does, despite him not knowing what the dress code really is. Come to think of it, he thought, Georgia never told me.

Feeling slightly lost, Damien surveyed the other guests, hoping to blend into the crowd. His eyes began to take a will of its own, searching the crowd for the face that he had come here to see – Mira’s. He strolled silently amidst people, pretending to be like a phantom, entertaining himself. Yes, he still likes to play games like that. Mother had accused him of never growing up, and he had argued with her about it, insulting her choice of a new husband that he felt ashamed of.

Perfect blond hair and smoky grey eyes, with a body only caressed by a simple white dress ... and Elijah. Damien scowled extremely hard at that last though. Where did that dreaded thought come from? He wanted, so very much, to curse it. So yes, Damien had spotted Mira through the crowd of people, so insignificant to him. With a heart thumping from swooning and nervousness, the boy attempted to collect himself for a strong front, something he always has to put up in Mira’s presence. Damien checked to see if Elijah would be anywhere near. So far so good, he concluded. Come on, Elijah, give me just some time with her he pleaded inside of him. He was walking to Mira now, as opposed to strolling. Damien wondered if Mira could see him already.

“I’m speechless,” Damien began, as quickly as he found himself standing right in front of Mira.

Mira didn't notice the figure coming towards her until she heard his voice. Damien. At least there would be one person that she thing that she could have a normal conversation with. Mira turned slightly to face Damien more directly and give him a winning, white toothed smile. "Thank you ever so much. And you look very handsome." The words spilled out of her mouth in a style she used constantly. Mira was practically programmed to be gracious and hand out compliments like spare change. Being loved was the only way to move forward in society after all. These social events transformed Mira into a different being - tall, graceful, gracious, and warm hearted. Even if she hated the person she was talking to.

To speak to Damien like a normal person the two would have to get away. But Elijah would be here at any second and this certainly wasn't the time to sneak off with her friend. Not that he was really a close friend. More of a brother really. Why she liked talking with the younger Slythirin was purely that he was easy to talk to. No pressures about the way she looked or whether he was noticing her overly small chest. It wasn't like that with Damien because they were truly a boy and girl who were just friends.

As if that could ever happen.

"What brings you here?" Mira asked, her hostess persona still very much intact. "I didn't know you knew the groom." The Anderson's were friends with nearly every family the Krums knew. So far Mira had not yet heard a single word of the D'Eath family being in the same circles as the wealthy purebloods. It was practically a secret society - one that it was impossible to gain membership to if you were not born with it or married into it. The only difference was that it wasn't so secret.

There was one thing that had changed in his sister over the last few months. Somewhere along the line, Cecilia had started to become the dutiful Pureblood, the dutiful prospective wife that Pureblood men wanted. Elijah was, as ever, sceptical when it came to his sister but she seemed to be slowly flourishing. He was proud of her, even if he didn’t tell her nearly often enough. Elijah had no choice but to watch his little sister drift away on the arm of someone who would potentially take her away from their family. She was going to end up separated from them but Denmark was so far away -- too far.

With a sigh, Elijah left the hall and returned to the breakfast room. Thierry, who had been engaged in conversation with one of Elijah’s cousins - though which one, he was not sure - turned immediately and returned to his father’s side, making a face that Elijah understood perfectly. The poor boy was bored. He was in-between. He wasn’t young enough to enjoy the coddling Fauve did but he wasn’t old enough to be taken seriously. Elijah gave him a hug and whispered a few words of reassurance in his ear before flicking him gently on the arm and guiding him over to the breakfast table. Thierry eagerly took his seat, pleased to find that he was with Elijah and Fauve and not some random.

“Fauve!”

Elijah called his daughter’s name and entered the group of women who each wanted hugs and kisses from the little girl. Elijah scooped her up into his arms and a large grin broke out on his face, matching the one that had pulled the sides of her lips upwards. He kissed her on the nose and they boy said goodbye to the women before hurrying off back to Thierry. They were either side of him, thankfully; which meant any major disasters could be avoided. Viktor was at the head with Thierry to his right and Cecilia would be to his left with cousins and Merlin only knew who else afterwards. Mira was close too; she was on the other side of Fauve.

“Papa,” Fauve murmured as she settled in her chair. “I’m sleepy.” Elijah smiled and twisted his finger around a ringlet of her hair. “It’s so early!” She complained.

“I know precious. You’ll wake up soon, though, I promise.” Elijah looked up for a moment and spotted Mira...talking with Damien. Elijah’s hackles rose instantly but he decided it best just to leave them to it. He wouldn’t dare try anything on with her here of all places - not with all of the Krums. Elijah was still vaguely concerned though. He wouldn’t press anything though. That ring on her finger proved a point - even if it was a poorly made one. She was his and the desire to tear her away from Damien was nearly overwhelming. Mira was oblivious to the boy’s affections though and so, for some reason, Elijah decided to let sleeping dogs lie. For now.

Chase had finally shed her cane, she was standing on her own, and looked pretty much better. She had some scars... strike that, a LOT of scars. One eye didn't work right, and even though her scars were.. almost vulgar, she still wore a nice dress, unafraid of her body, not hiding anything. Let them look.. let them wonder.. it wasn't her fault what had happened. In fact... a part of her WANTED Elijah to see them.. wanted him to see what she had gone through after he had left, it felt like an adequate way to show him that she didn't care for him anymore. So she wore a nice yellow dress. Her hair was cut short, and ragged, but she didn't mind, she was prepared for the stares, at least, as much as she thought she could be. She stood up straight, and made sure that her wand was easily accessible. She may have been dressed nicely, but she kept her wand on a small loop on her hip. She didn't go anywhere without it anymore.

Chase looked around carefully, and then sighed. Why was she here? She wasn't ready for this.. she had thought she was.. but she wasn't.. she should be at home.. with Calvin and Reid.. Katie.. Chase closed her eyes, and stood for a moment, breathing deeply. "I don't know if I can do this Jack.." She said, glancing back at her friend. "I don't know if I can face him.. looking like this." She said, glancing down at herself. The scars crossed her arms, chest, and legs. Her face was splattered with tiny scars. The biggest at that point was her eye, which had a scar that crossed her eye. Making it a little off center, and a scratch ran over her eye, a dark red blotch on her eyeball. She smiled at Jack, and turned to her. "It will be the first time since I've seen him... like this." She said, glancing down at her pretty yellow dress, and nice high heels. "What if... I mean.." She sighed, and looked up at the sky nervously. "Can you go in first?" She said, eyes wide, looking at Jack with a smile. Jack may be shorter then her, but she was much more... tough looking.

Jack felt like a bodyguard, and in a way, she was just that. Chase had wanted to come- something about Eli's cousins or something or other still being sort of like her friends or something that Jack did not quite understand- but Chase was still weak, emotionally and physically. Calvin would never had let her out of the house had Jack not sworn to go- he seemed to be terified of Elijah for whatever reason, as was Reid. And Jack could suspect Chase was still nervous. She claimed to be angry but Jack always felt a little sadder when Chase spoke of Elijah. Jack supposed there was too many broken promises and wasted emotion there for Chase to be as brave as she said she was.

So, Jack had shown up in her usual formal style which consisted of her tuxedo sgirt, black slacks, and the tennis shoes designed to look like nice shoes. She carried a Weasley's bag with her- perfect time for product placement- and inside was her favorite shirt for these occassions, as well as some candy, pranks, all of her usual necessities. She had been all packed up for the road trip tomorrow, so she was glad to even find anything at all.

Chase turned around and Jack almost ran into her, how intent she was on just getting to her location. She had thought this whole thing was crazy anyway- weddings weren't even that cool- but she knew this could be really good for Chase- it could also be terribly disastrous. Still, Chase could escape any feelings during the road trip. "You look fine, Chase, look better than most of us." She grinned. At her question though, Jack nodded, her red mane bristling. "Let's go," she said, adding to entertain Chase, "Posse out!" She strode forward with confidence, scowling at anyone who happened to look at her, before realizing.. she was not exactly sure where she was supposed to go..

When Mira turned her attention towards him, Damien felt the usual jolt running through him, as if he had a flying firebolt contained within himself. But the jolt was an old friend now, and the boy had, with amazing effort, learnt to keep it within him only. Perhaps only the most perceptive of all could be privy to his hidden feelings. 

As Mira returned some niceties to him, Damien smirked at an opportunity to be cheeky. His eyes displayed a scene of confusion, though feigned on his part. "Oh, no, no. Mira. You didn't let me finish." He paused as he tried to hide a chuckle. "I'm speechless at how truly beautiful, I realized, I am." 

As Damien said that, he touched the back of his hair and smoothed it, showing very obviously that he was putting up an act an pretending to be humbled by what would have been a boastful statement, if it were true.

"And uh-" Damien looked around in search of his friend again. "I'm escorting Georgie," he continued, "and she's late." He frowned. "Or have you seen her around?" 

While he waited for Mira's answer, Damien attempted to look as if he was looking past the older girl at something interesting among the guests. But really, he was sneaking many, many peeks at her. 

Mira laughed at his comment. It sounded like something she, herself would say. That was why Mira kept Damien around she supposed - he made her laugh and she understood him. That was very important to Mira. Understanding people. The reasons behind their actions, how they would react to things. And Damien seemed a little like her. Unfortunately the only person Mira didn't understand was herself. 

Mira saw Georgia Wheelbarrow from time to time around the common room - even going far enough to say a few words to her when approached. At first it had seemed like the girl had wanted to be friends but all she had wanted to talk about was Damien. Obviously the only one who didn't notice this desperate crush was the boy. Now Mira merely found Georgia an annoyingly pretty girl. Luckily she didn't seem to want to be friends. "I haven't seen her yet" Mira commented to Damien. As she said this her eyes swept the room looking for the blonde. 

A blob of bright orange hair caught her eye. Scratch that. Two blobs. Chase and Jack had arrived at a Krum wedding. Seeing Chase now, calm and collected didn't have the same impact as when she was overly emotional. There was still a feeling of trust at the sight of her face (or lack of anger) but no odd desire to share her deepest secrets. Thank god. 

"Excuse me a moment" she said barely paying attention to the boy, her focus entirely on the redhead. Without even thinking of who else was in the room (a whole lot of Krums and mainly Elijah) she started to make her way towards the duo. Chases scars looked terrible and Mira shuddered inwardly, her mind flashing to Alices body yet again. Mira made a mental note to fix the appearance of her at the next opportunity. Chances were she wouldn't be able to get rid of the scars created by magic but she could make them nearly invisible with her wide range of beauty and make up skills. 

About ten or so feet away Mira caught Chases eye, and widened her own. It was pretty clear the message she was sending: What in bloody hell are you doing here?. But at least she wasn't scowling, showing she wasn't angry. Even here, seeing the girl was a good thing. 

THE OUTFIT/LOOK o.O

Georgie was late and she knew it. Could she help if it took way longer than expected to make sure her hair had just the right amount of curl, her skin was perfectly lightly bronzed, and her dress fit perfectly as to flatter all the right places. The end result was nothing less than spectacular. Georgia looked like a goddess and there was no way Damien couldn't notice. And that in itself was worth all the effort. 

Walking in the doors of the Krum mansion Georgie was slightly dumbstruck by how.. rich.. the place looked. Was this the life she could have lived if her father had married another pureblood? Was this the life the 'princess' Mira lived? All the more reason to hate her guts.  But at least it was romantic in setting. The perfect place for Damien to realize he was completely and utterly in love with her. 

Georgie spotted him across the room looking completely incredible all dressed up. She raised her hand to wave and command his attention but scowled and lowered it when she saw what he was staring after - the back of Mira Anderson. Putting on a smile as she approached her date she felt a lot less pretty. But a lot less still meant completely hot. "DAMIEN!" she called out to him, not caring that heads turned.

Tonight would be fun. There was free cake after all.