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Post by FABBIO NERO on Jul 14, 2024 8:23:52 GMT -5
TIME STAMP: Easter Weekend, April 2026
Charity balls were not unheard of when it came to the Nero name and Fabbio was no different. Hosting his own had become more or less an inevitability. He's made sure that anyone who needed an invite would have one and that anyone who wanted to attend could do so without one. He'd put a small ad into the prophet.
Mostly, things had come together without a hitch, thanks to his wife's strenuous eye for detail. Catering, drinks, and security -- all meticulously planned. This time, he made no grand announcement, what would be the point? They all knew what they were there for. To open their pockets and mingle. And so, he inserted himself into the forming crowd, hand reaching out to take a drink from a passing waiter's tray. "Are you enjoying the evening's festivities?" he asked as he approached.
TAGGED: Open to all, this is a charity masquerade ball hosted by Fabbio Nero, so if that's something your character would attend, feel free to do so. Students can accompany parents if they so wish as they'll be home for the easter weekend. NOTES: Guests are restricted to the main floor only (main hall, living rooms, garden and bathrooms), there is security to make sure this is the case.
Post by AURELIA MULCIBER on Jul 15, 2024 2:10:35 GMT -5
To evade undesired invitations to the masquerade - Fabbio's announcement seemed to stir everyone up, launching a widespread search for dates - going with a friend was an acceptable option. Neville's wife chose not to attend; it provided Aurelia with a safe partner. She had fought in the civil war alongside him, which tended to forge solid bonds. Now that they both owned shops close to each other, their interactions were more frequent as well.
Although his fraternisation with Muggleborns would prompt some to whisper blood traitor behind his back, Neville was still grudgingly accepted as a Pureblood. There might be some uneasiness if she ran into one of her brothers while attached to Neville's arm, though she trusted that no unpleasantries would be uttered... By Marcellus, at least. Marcus was still troubled, and far more vocal about his views, but even he wouldn't knowingly disrupt the connections she was forming in Scotland. She was nearly certain of it.
The music was already playing, and a handful of couples had begun to twirl in the main hall the pair had just entered. "I heard you are a great dancer, Longbottom. Care to show me?"
Post by OLIVIA MULCIBER on Jul 15, 2024 5:03:52 GMT -5
Hogwarts offered little in terms of social gatherings, which made Olivia all the more eager to attend this ball one of her parents' acquaintances was organising. She even had a date! Kind of. Walking just behind her parents, she glanced at Drake. His mother had chosen not to participate in the event, trusting the twelve-year-old to Mulcibers' care. But he did invite her before those arrangements were made, so he was still her date. Not many of her peers would have one.
"Let's see how many of our classmates will be here," she whispered to the Ravenclaw. Trying to identify everyone could be an interesting game. Would Julian be here? And Annabelle, the cousin Olivia was so curious to meet? Not that this gathering was a suitable place to interact with either of them. Her parents were present, as was Augustus; she could only observe her cousins from a distance, but that was still better than no contact at all.
"Aurelia is already here," she heard her mother note quietly.
"Still eager to spite Father," Marcellus commented in equally low tones, watching the man Aurelia was with.
"Or to blend in. Scotland's political climate is vastly different from England's." Olivia had little interest in trying to follow their whispered conversation. Her attention lingered on her aunt only briefly before drifting to the other guests, seeking those who might be close to her own age.
Post by CRESSIDA VILLEN on Jul 15, 2024 5:39:52 GMT -5
Her parents had received Nero's invitation a while ago, giving Cressida a fair amount of time to decide whether she should attend - and with whom. For a few days, she even considered inviting Aiden - only as friends, of course. But then, she wasn't even certain he could dance. High society gatherings required an understanding of etiquette, too; she suspected that Aiden would feel uncomfortable at a Pureblood's manor, surrounded by aristocrats. Not him, then.
Oberon's suggestion to go together had been utterly unexpected. She hadn't taken him for someone who would willingly mingle, especially with the types of people this masquerade would gather. A bountry hunter at a ball - it sounded almost like a setup for a joke. Driven by curiosity and the fact that she now owed him a favour, Cress agreed.
Having half-expected to see him in his usual hunting gear, she was very nearly stunned by his appearance. Oberon's clothing reflected an understnding of the Pureblood fashions; he didn't seem to be the slightest bit uncomfortable wearing the sophisticated attire, either - amost as though he was accustomed to it.
"Do you know anyone here?" she asked as they entered the main hall. It seemed unlikely, but so did his choice to participate in the ball... and the way he fit in with ease, without being an aristocrat himself.
Post by THALIA BURKE on Jul 15, 2024 6:25:39 GMT -5
Another break from school, another interval of unease for Thalia. She worried that her parents knew, or at least suspected, that she was hiding something. The way Dad sometimes looked at her, with a thoughtful expression on his face, kept her cautious. She tried to be her usual self, the Thalia her mom and dad knew - which was surprisingly difficult to achieve, given how preoccupied she felt.
For the last few days, she had been acting far more excited about the charity ball than she really was - just to seem like a normal teenage girl. The shopping trip to buy outfits for her and Charlotte was filled with thrilled chatter about masks, dresses, her friends who might attend - anything she could come up with. Now that she was finally here, Thalia was starting to feel some genuine enthusiasm. The atmosphere was mysterious, appealingly so. Her eyes scanned the guests as her family made their way toward the host. She wasn't looking for anyone, no... it would simply be an unexpected bonus if he was here. They probably wouldn't even get to interact, and Thalia was almost certain he wouldn't want to dance, but even just seeing him outside of school could be... something.
She couldn't see him, though - and could she even recognise him if he was wearing a mask? Shaking her head slightly, Thalia decided to redirect her attention to her little sister. "Do you remember your dance lessons?"
Post by NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM on Jul 15, 2024 7:15:17 GMT -5
Neville usually didn't indulge in too many of these things, unwilling to subject himself to the whispers, but given it was for charity, he felt he would be remiss not to. His wife couldn't get herself out of working and so he had gone in their stead -- it wasn't all bad though, he got to accompany Aurelia, someone whom he'd thoroughly enjoyed the company of previously. As much as one could enjoy a civil war, anyway. But the moments after had always been highlights.
He wasn't sure why he hadn't expected so many people, it was a ball after all, but for some reason, he'd assumed it would have been a smaller affair -- he was sorely mistaken.
Still, though, people seemed to be minding their own business enough and he planned to do the same. "Oh?" Neville asked and unhooked his arms for hers so he could hold a hand out for her, "I suppose I should -- just to make sure my reputation stays intact." he teased, half-mask lifting slightly with his grin.
Post by DRAKE MAZELOW on Jul 15, 2024 7:36:47 GMT -5
Drake couldn't remember the last time he'd attended an event like this. His mother had become a bit of a recluse since his father's passing, relying mostly on his aunt for things but she'd agreed to let him attend with the Mulcibers - a family his father had trusted immensely. Which in his mind, was a very good thing because he'd already asked Olivia to be his date before he'd even gotten permission to attend.
Luckily, it had worked out in his favor. So arguably, it could have all gone wrong. He was glad it hadn't because he thought Olivia looked very pretty in her dress. The mask was cool too. "I think more than we realize," he whispered back. The halls had been abuzz with it before they broke up from school for easter - he just wasn't sure how many people would turn up in reality. Still, he was hoping it would be a good night overall anyway. "Do you recognize anyone yet?"
Post by ALISTAIR SEBASTIAN THORNE on Jul 15, 2024 7:55:04 GMT -5
Another event organised by Fabbio - so soon after the previous one. This one would have a less select crowd, judging by the advertisement in the Prophet. Nevertheless, Alistair did not intend to turn down his ally's invitation. Mingling with a wider society could provide some novel insights; one could not always limit himself to elite company.
Arriving with his daughter, Alistair surveyed the crowd. So many guests were already here, some only driven by curiosity to see the Nero Manor. "Do make an impression," he instructed Maeve. He would be observing her, evaluating her social grace and the interactions she chose to make. There was no need to vocalise it, however; she knew what was expected of her, and how vital it was for the Thorne heir to shine in high society. As Maeve glided off to socialise, he sought out the host.
"Are you enjoying the evening's festivities?"
"You and Patrizia outdid yourselves once again, Fabbio," he declared, taking a drink from a nearby tray.
ooc: Wearing mask & high-end dress robes. Easily recognisable to those who know him. MAEVE THORNE's mask & dress. Also wearing long gloves. Recognisable to those who know her well.
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 15, 2024 7:55:27 GMT -5
Although they had arrived together, Astoria had taken it upon herself to make sure he wouldn't see hide or hair of her throughout the event. He didn't have the energy to pretend he cared about it - he didn't. She could do what she liked, the point was, he'd made his appearance. And, appearances were everything. At least for this event anyway. "Don't we always enjoy your festivities, Fabbio?" he said as he heard the man speak, reaching out to help himself to a drink, his eyes following the people around him as he tried to pick out people he may know. Longbottom for one, with someone.. who was not his wife. Interesting development. He'd have to remember that for later. He couldn't quite see who he was offering a hand to though. "Alistair," he said by way of greeting.
He then turned his attention to the Burke family, offering Pansy and Preston a nod in greeting - the children more recognizable. Especially the smaller one - he'd forgotten her longstanding obsession with dragons. He probably should have rethought his mask but the irony was too good to let go.
OOC: Draco's mask and outfit. Yes it's a dragon. He thinks he's funny.
Post by JULIAN MULCIBER on Jul 15, 2024 10:16:52 GMT -5
His father had not left the Manor in many months, and the Mulciber name was beginning to wane in the eyes of aristocratic society. It had been almost two years since Adalene's passing - and that was two years of mourning in isolation. Julian was almost certain his father had suffered permanent damage from her death - the man had become a shell of his former self: he was more like to turn to drink than food, and very violent when challenged. Julian had heard the argument that ensued just the previous night: his grandparents threatening his father with banishment should he not begin to stitch the gaping wounds that he had been ignoring for so long. And suddenly, in a moment of rare self-awareness, Marcus summoned his children for an emergency appearance in society - meaning Julian and Annabelle had been swept up in it as collateral.
A masquerade ball was not entirely his idea of a good time, in fact, nothing that required him to mingle with others could be considered worth his time - yet Marcus Mulciber insisted, and Julian relented, assuming he had no choice but to watch over his father should he consume too many Firewhiskeys. It would not do for Marcus to become irate and sluggish in public, especially as his father had rightfully warned that other family members may be in attendance. Julian could barely remember what much of his family looked like - and he doubted that many of them would recognise him either. Much taller than he was several years ago, Julian had melted off the softness of youth, his face much more angular and hollowed, eyes cold and unkind - having lost their spark. He stepped into the mansion, a few paces behind his father, gaze shifting from behind his mask to survey the guests inside - but it was near impossible to recognise anyone amongst the masks. How freeing.
His attention moved cautiously back to his father as the man swiped a glass from the attending waiter, bringing it up to his mouth with a satisfied sigh. Marcus had only worn a simple black mask and suit for he had wanted recognition here tonight - to be seen out in the public eye, brushing shoulders with old colleagues and friends. Julian was privy to have heard the number of his fathers generous donation to the charity of the night, securing his place back amongst the elite with but a wave of his hand. Disgusting, really.
"She would dare-?" He heard his father mutter angrily under his breath, stopping short of revealing who it was he was referring to. Curiously, Julian trailed his eyes to see a couple taking to the ballroom floor - the woman's red dress twirling as she spun. Feeling the faint trickles of recognition, Julian watched the woman a moment, before hearing his father clear his throat softly - a sound of disappointment and dismissal. Rather than provoke Marcus with querying the woman's identity, Julian allowed his gaze to continue to wander, thinking on who would be in attendance, his eyes absent-mindedly searching for any sign of red hair. Certainly most of upper-class society would turn up - so it was likely Maeve would be somewhere, Levi, too. His cousin, Olivia - certainly, and her troll of a brother. It would not be so bad to see them - though under his guise Julian felt a little more relaxed - the feeling of which would absolutely dwindle the longer he spent attached to his fathers hip... He planned to escape with Annabelle the moment an opportunity arose.
Marcus took another sip of his drink, moving around the outskirts of the floor, nodding his head at several adults that caught his eye - acknowledging only the ones he approved of. Julian followed for a few paces, purposefully allowing his father to gain on him, turning away as the man engaged another in conversation ahead. He did not want to partake in pleasantries with strangers, much less be a part of his fathers usual introductions. As the oldest Mulciber child in the family - Julian was heir to the family name and wealth - and as such, was expected to network. Thus far, however, he had continued to disappoint in that regard, and he was not about to begin impressing.
ooc: Julian's mask & outfit. Largely unrecognisable, though potentially recognisable if he speaks, or one is close enough. Tattoos are covered. NPCing parent - Marcus Mulciber if needed
Post by THEODORE NOTT on Jul 15, 2024 12:48:20 GMT -5
For a second time, in as many months, Theodore Nott had found himself at yet another Nero function. And again, surrounded by people that he knew but tried so very hard not to mix with. His only relief came in the form of Weasley's and Neville Longbottom. Draco, of course, already in the thick of it, would not be his saving grace tonight.
"Right," he said, adjusting the back of Abraxas' mask as he saw it slipping. "Best behavior, you two. I don't want to hear of any mischief tonight," he informed them lightly, of course, he'd ended up bringing the pair of them after much begging. He felt that the young boy, almost, always at Katie's hip had ended up spending a large proportion of his time at the Nott household. Theo didn't mind, he remembered being that age and not having very much of a childhood. He was glad he could offer something of the like to the boy. His parents couldn't. Pushing that thought aside he stepped back and admired them both. "Look at how grown up they look, Cor." he sighed and turned his head to look at his wife, their younger children tucked safely at home in bed with their usual sitter.
Post by DEAN FINNIGAN on Jul 15, 2024 13:11:49 GMT -5
Although he didn't receive a direct invitation, Dean considered himself to be welcome - the Prophet did mention this being an open party, after all. Or, well, a ball. There was no need to shun it, even if it was hosted by a notorious fugitive's brother. He had never been to the Nero Manor, and his interest in seeing it might have been a major factor contributing to his presence. That, and free drinks. He could see about the donation later; his salary wasn't too bad for a mere reserve player, and he expected to become a full-time Chaser soon. Some Galleons could be spared, if the event was any good.
Upon arriving at the gate, he let out a quiet whistle of awe. "Just look at this place..." It was enormous compared to his parents' house. Or any house, really. "Have you ever been to a manor before?" The recipient of his question was Noá, his date. He felt lucky to be the one taking her to the ball; several of his friends at Rutherford had lamented not being quick enough to invite her themselves.
Post by LUCA CONTI on Jul 15, 2024 14:52:59 GMT -5
Luca had not wanted to attend this ball, not by a long shot. And he certainly hadn't wanted to drag Sofia Abott along either. He found her slightly terrifying and there weren't many things that got his hackles up. For the little time he'd known her, he wasn't sure if he should be sleeping with a wand under his pillow.
His father, ever the one to try and make new connections had offered to chaperone her and her sister at the ball, by default, that meant Luca had to smile and go along with it.
Luckily, she seemed about as interested in talking to him as he was to her. "Bye then," he said and then gave her a little salute as she walked off. His father made a disapproving noise at him for not immediately following after her.
"Follow, figlio!" he'd said and so Luca had followed in her direction, not with any real effort to catch up, he wondered if he could sneak off and find somewhere to sit the whole farce out.
Post by DESIREE FONTAINE on Jul 15, 2024 15:20:27 GMT -5
It should have been to no surprise that Desiree was in attendance at that evening’s charity ball, as she would have never missed an excuse to wear some extravagant gown. Draped in a gorgeous light blue designer dress, striking in its structure and hugging her curves perfectly, she made her way into the grand hall on the arm of her boyfriend Calvin. She was glad the event had been planned during their schools’ holiday break, as it gave them a chance to spend some meaningful time together without the worry of conflicting schedules.
Desiree had been looking forward to the event itself as an opportunity to further socialize with the UK elite, as well as study the fashion of her eventual clientele. If she wanted to be successful upon the launch of her fashion line, she needed to understand her audience, and get her name out there sooner rather than later. While her family name was already well-known in French circles, the English community was a different story, and with her relationship with Calvin going well so far, she had a feeling she may be spending more time in the UK even after her graduation.
Her gaze drifting across the room filled with guests, she tried to identify any people she may know, although her task was rendered a bit more difficult due to the masks. She herself was wearing a light silver mask encrusted with a few jewels, having opted for a more simple design to pair with her dress. Well, that, and she wanted to be recognized at this event, instead of hiding behind a mask. It was then she recognized Alistair Thorne, standing next to a young woman she presumed was his daughter Maeve, only really recognizable from proximity with her father. “Come, I would like to introduce you to an old friend of mine,” she told Calvin, moving in the direction of the Thornes.
“Maeve! How lovely to see you here!” She greeted Maeve enthusiastically with la bise once she reached the redhead. “What a beautiful gown. Only you could pull off such a… sophisticated look.” She complimented, trying to find a kind way to phrase her distaste for the older looking design. While the pair had known each other several years through familial connections, their friendship was best defined as polite competition, always trying to one up one another at every opportunity. “I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Calvin Klein. He is the heir of the prestigious Klein family in Australia.” She placed her hand gently on his arm as she said this, hoping to show off her handsome and wealthy partner that evening. If anything, Calvin was great arm candy, particularly at such a glamorous event. She had no qualms that he would embarrass her, considering he himself came from high society. Whether her family would approve of the match was a whole other story, but not one she wanted to dwell on that evening.
Post by ROSE WEASLEY on Jul 15, 2024 15:46:51 GMT -5
Rose was not looking forward to that evening. Not even a little bit. When her mum had informed her that the whole family was attending some charity event during Easter break, she had been fine with tagging along. That was until she was told the event was a formal ball, complete with big poofy dresses and masks. The whole ordeal sounded absolutely awful; and so when Rose had complained about the event to Don, and he had offhandedly mentioned keeping her company if he had been invited, she jumped at the chance for her friend to join. At least that way she was guaranteed at least a modicum of fun during what she anticipated would be a very dull soiree.
As her entire family entered the grand hall, a sea of red hair, Rose stuck to the back of the group, looking around the ballroom in awe. The room itself was huge and beautifully adorned with art and sculptures. Rose was not one for extravagance per say, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t impressed by the sheer beauty of the manor. It didn’t even feel like a home; it felt like one giant work of art.
In her wonderment, she didn’t even notice when her family split off one by one, heading off to different areas of the room to greet various friends or acquaintances. Suddenly finding herself alone in the large room, the normally confident young Gryffindor became very self-conscious and uncomfortable in her green tulle dress and gold butterfly mask. Cheeks turning a bright shade of pink, she quickly retreated towards the side of the room, making a beeline for the refreshments table.
TAGGED: DOMHNALL MCEVOY (mention) Notes: links to her dress and mask. difficult to recognize, except to those who know her well.
