End of Summer Party

Selwyn watched the girl leave. He'd expected more resistance from her. Had thought most of his fun tonight would come from antagonising her, but the quick departure made him reconsider.

Daniel was talking. He turned back to the object of his supposed interest. Now that he'd managed to get his interest, the other boy was disconcertingly keen.

"Like you how?" he asked brightly.

"You...you know what I m...mean. You're...i..in love with me....aren't you? The way you call me 'Danny Boy'...is irresistible".

Daniel's stutters and stammers got worse, as did his other physical signs.

Brienne still kept her eyes on Daniel. She'd watch from afar, then if things got ugly for any reason. She couldn't exactly hear anything over the loud music, she could very well see though. She wasn't exactly one to just let a situation go, she was also one to not ruin a good thing as well. So far, it looked good, aside from Daniel's concerning behavior.

"Merlin!"

Fingers raked through Selwyn's hair

"Of course I'm not in feckin love with you," he retorted, unable to prevent the distain from showing on his face. "One conversation is not food for infatuation."

In love? The guy was a freak. Even girls weren't that needy.

Daniel had snapped out of it when he heard that.

"Huh, what? Are you part Veela by any chance?" Daniel said. He'd come to his senses by now. He had this problem with men of Veela ancestry even when he was with Stanley. This was a brief lapse triggered by the protests of the younger man, where he'd come to his senses for even a split second. Usually long enough to explain it.

Brienne overheard this, but did not move, this could get interesting. Luna, however, had to be held back. She was a bit angered by the boy. Brienne had to calm her down by offering her a slice of cake.

Upon stepping back from Amelia, Elijah turned his attention momentarily to Suzannah; offering her a small yet distracted smile. But in doing so, it gave him enough time to look over her. It was a force of habit now, to look at someone. He would have usually just done it where women were concerned but now he looked over everyone, taking in their attire, appearance and body language. His eyes momentarily drifted back to Amelia before darting back to Suzannah. He knew that if Purebloods weren’t taught composure as well as they were then his eyeballs would have probably jumped out of the sockets and landed on the floor; or something akin to that. Either way, he probably would have ended up getting slapped by Amelia or Suzannah or both of them. His cheeks weren’t up for that type of abuse tonight so he’d try and avoid any violence directed towards him for as long as possible.

Elijah was willing to admit that the blonde was...adventurous. He wasn’t sure whether he should have called her brave, adventurous or both. Yeah, it was most definitely a bit of both. He’d always had a closet fetish for all things lacy and see-through when they were wrapped around a woman’s body but he’d never been faced with it in such an abrupt manner. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have been complaining, he wasn’t now, but there was just something a bit weird about the whole ensemble. It was as if someone had dyed net curtains black and sewn thick material inside of it to cover up what ought to be covered up in public unless you were a stripper and then put on a coat hanger to be sold in a shop. It was then quite obviously purchased by Suzannah or a ‘loving’ and ‘generous’ family member. That was fine if you liked to see your relatives in that sort of thing.

Elijah wouldn’t have bought it for any of his cousins or his sister and he definitely wouldn’t have let any of his friends wear such a thing. Ingrid, Jamie, Miseria and Julia would have all gotten matching trench coats if they decided to even stand within twenty meters of him in such a thing. Amelia would have been a completely different story but Elijah didn’t think she’d go for something as...bold. Then again, he probably wouldn’t have complained if it wasn’t curtains that were hugging her body. His lacy-involved fantasies usually involved some sort of lingerie. Lacy dress-induced fantasies usually didn’t happen. What Elijah did want to do is whether or not she had the dark fabric covering her backside. Maybe the ‘designers’ had forgotten to do that bit. Elijah was half tempted to walk to the drinks table and walk back again just to see but he didn’t know how subtly he could pull it off. Never before had he been fascinated and disturbed by a dress at the same time. He was in control of himself. There was no need to check such things unless there really wasn’t anything there, in which case he had to watch the males behind Suzannah to see their reactions. If it was indifferent then there was probably some dark fabric there protecting her ‘innocence’. If not then...

Tearing his eyes away from Suzannah and ridding his mind of any unsavoury thoughts, Elijah returned his gaze back to his Ravenclaw. A smirk tugged at his lips, finding that he wasn’t the only one doing some involuntary staring, and raised a dark eyebrow at Amelia. He looked her up again, lazily dragging his eyes across her. He’d already taken her in, this was just to tease her. He hadn’t been lying when he had said she looked beautiful. The colour suited her creamy pallor and Elijah was infinitely glad that she actually had something on. Suzannah was a temptress. She better be in that dress, Elijah thought grimly. For a year he had been around women that had fed his sexual fantasies without question. It definitely explained a few things about his character – bits that were a bit ‘iffy’. But even so, half of the time it had been dark and he’d been drunk. He’d never been presented with lacy and womanly features while he was sober and he could actually see. Elijah’s thoughts were broken when Suzannah spoke and he took his eyes off of Amelia and turned to look at Suzannah, a small smile gracing his lips. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Clenching and unclenching his fingers, Elijah tried to think up some words to say to her. He could have been simple about it – answered her question. But he wanted to say something about the dress. On the spot he would have already said something heavily laced with innuendos but thinking about it now, he just couldn’t come up with anything. Shoving the thoughts more forcefully out of his mind he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Fantastic now,” He answered, glancing at Amelia. “How has your summer been?” Ah, the small talk. How he hated it. All he needed now was for Rob and Jen to pop up and give him hell for no reason at all. That would probably keep him sane.

Emmanuelle Lestrange wrote:Emmanuelle arrivede at the party and smiled at the decoration that surrounded the meadow for it was all beautiful. Looking around for Matt her husband or even Sophia she seen Sophia under a willow tree and sighed for she knew something was wrong. Walking through the crowd towards the willow she sat down beside her daughter. "What's wrong Soph, boy trouble?"Emmanuelle asked her daughter softly as the wind rustled through her long smi curly brown hair that cascaded down her back. Emmanuelle was wearing a light pink strapless dress that was fluffy at the bottom and went to her knees with light pink high heels. Her hair was down and semi curly falling down her back, she had on a two matching rings and earrings that Matt gave her for her birthday as well as her wedding ring.

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Sophia shrugged and looked at her mother with her chocolate brown eyes. "I guess you can call it that."said Sophia softly as she wind rustled through her hair. Sophia looked back at the party and sighed. She could be having fun, but instead she was torn between to guys. Groaning in frustration she ran her hands through her hair and looked back at her mother. "You know, I'm going back to the party and have fun who ever wants me so be it."said Sophia as she seen her mother smile and nod. Getting up she headed back towards the punch bowl and gotten her some more punch

Lucas had watched Sophia break up with dance with the guy and felt guilty as he thought he was the one to blame as he had seen Sophia glance at him whilst dancing with the other guy. With a gulp, he drank a bit of punch.

He then watched her walk over to the willow tree by herself to think, and saw an older woman come by her and assumed it was her adopted mother. She then had gotten up and walked over to the punch table, not far from where Lucas was.

Lucas walked over to Sophia and smiled. "You look absolutely stunning, you took my breath away," Lucas complimented on how she looked tonight. "I'm sorry," Lucas apologized. He was apologizing for not being there for her and just vanishing into thin air without a trace. His eyes were still brown, just calm but nervous, but then slowly turning gold with worry.

He wondered how she was going to respond. Anger? Sadness? Happiness? Lucas was just really nervous and his heart pounded really quickly and he began to sweat a little bit. He knew that he shouldn't have disappeared without telling Sophia, but it was short notice. He was the one to blame.

It was so sad, not a single person had noticed Ashley after she had entered the party. But that was ok, they would notice her after she started dancing. Ashley stood up and headed towards the dance floor. A couple of guys turned there heads but looked away almost right away. Ashley felt the music pulse through her, she started dancing by herself. She never really learned to dance but no one was stopping her. So she danced on.

" Thankyou Lucas."said Sophia in a cold dull voice for she was disappointed that he left her without even telling her where he went. Sophia looked at him as her eyes flasjed orange at him meaning she was upset. "You have every right to be, I thought we were falling together but now werre falling apart for I fallen for someone else."said Sophia softly. "I'm sorry, I'm just to upset to talk to you right now Lucas excuse me."said Sophia softly as she excused herself. Looking around the crowd for Samantha and Keegan she really neededd to talk to them it always helped her calm down.

Zara mumbled unhappily as she walked up to the dance. Sure, she was late, and when she said late, she meant late. The party was just getting started, once everyone had had their fill talking, it was onto the dancing, and that's what she enjoyed. She wasn't the nicest looking person at the party, in fact there were quite a few girls who had gone all out, and Zara had stuck with a simple purple dress.

Glancing around the party, she made her way almost immediately to the punch table. She knew people wouldn't like it if she smoked here, and some Ministry official would probably chew her out, so she pulled a piece of gum out of her clutch and chomped away on it, fighting the urge to pull out the pack of cigarettes that had brushed against her hand. She wasn't here to dance, she wasn't here to be with anyone. She was here to watch and listen, and maybe steal a few coins out of somebody's clutch if they happened to be so careless.