March 19th, 2004
|cw_blaise||05:25 pm - Garden|
Multi colored fairies line the walkways in the garden, illuminating the way for guests. A soft and sweet aroma of flowers floats in the air. Shadowed alcoves are ready to hold lovers.
Pansy smelled the soft scent of lavender all around them as she led Adrian into the garden. She relished the brief moments when they could be alone, although it wasn't a thing she felt she could ever really tell him. He'd laugh at her.
Still holding his hand, a slight flush to her face, she led him to a solitary gazebo and lightly touched his face.
"You okay, Ade?"
Pucey/Bast followed her out to the garden. Once outside he looked around at everything.
He stared at her as she touched his face. "Yeah...I just need to get a bit of air..."
She pulled her fingers away as he stared and lowered her head, staring at the hands in her lap. She thought things were clearer- for Merlin's sake, what had she done NOW?
Pansy tried not to scowl. She knew it wasn't working.
Pucey/Bast saw that she was pulling away. He had to think of something quick! "What's wrong?" He asked while taking her hand again.
"Nothing." She swept a lock of hair away with the other hand. "I thought.. maybe you'd decided to be mad at me about Boot again or something."
Oh no! She's talking about things I know nothing about! Quick...say something Bast! He thought to himself. "Let's not talk about that..." He smiled and stared at Pansy some more. He had a lost look in his eyes that Pucey would never have. It was a look one would only see in a madman.
Terry came into the garden, pack of cigarettes in hand, hoping for a place to smoke that wouldn't kill half the decorations.
"Bloody fairies," he muttered. If it wasn't for the fact that he liked Blaise... After his scuffle with Bellatrix, this seemed to be a bad idea.
He saw Pansy and Adrian talking in the distance and stepped back, then decided there was no reason to hide and stepped forward, lighting his cigarette.
This garden is beautiful!
Megan almost misses the fairies shining around her feet, floating along the walkway. She's instead mesmerized by some of the species of flowers and the gorgeous floral arrangements.
Turning away from her Housemates, she moves alone into the garden, leaning over in her yellow dress to touch some of the finer incarnations.
An offensive odour suddenly filled the air, contrast against the aroma of the flowers like white against black. Some idiot was smoking. She turned her head and gave Terry a chilled look, not caring if he noticed or not.
He grinned at her and said "Sorry, love, didn't know you were going to be out here or I 'dn't've lit up."
He dashed the cigarette to the ground, and then picked up the butt, tucking it into a pocket. "'re Megan, right? 'm Terry."
Megan glanced up at him, more than a little mortified. She didn't want him to hear her. But he put it out, did't he? Guess he's not that all of a prat.
She rose and extended her hand. "That's right. Hello Terry. I haven't seen you around that often in school, but then people tend to move quickly around the halls." At least she did.
Megan suddenly wondered where the rest of her mates were.
He took her hand and kissed it, eyes peeking shyly from under his fringe. Holding it a bit longer than necessary, he said "An 've so few classes together, love. Bloody house system keeps students from knowing each other."
He wondered briefly where Luna was, then figured she would find him. "Glad t'see, anyway, 's not all Gryffindors an Slytherins - mainly Slytherins, I spose - here tonight."
A deep pink spread to her cheeks, and she murmured a thank you before taking her hand from him. "Oh totally. It really is a good thing," Megan managed feebly.
She glanced around the garden again, looking for her mates. Damn it, where did they go? They didn't leave me did they.
Sighing she turned to Terry, not completely looking her in the eye. "So, um, are you here with anyone?"
"Came with Luna," he said, a smile on his face at the thought of his star. "You?"
Luna came into the garden, holding two glasses, shifting a little in her navy blue dress robes. She went up onto her tiptoes to see if she could catch a glance of Terry.
She saw him, speaking to a girl she knew the face of, but no name.
Firenze paced through the garden, grateful to feel soil under his hooves once more. As he paced, he noticed Pansy aparently embroiled in a passionate argument. Very quietly, he stationed himself nearby, watching and waiting.
Snape stepped into the garden and glared around generally. He was not here by preference, but rather by the fact that Lucius expected him to be. Otherwise...well, he had entirely enough of the students at school.
Una wandered into the garden, her eyes searching for Daphne, a bemused expression on her face. It had been so important to her daughter that she attend a social function- "for once", Daphne had said with a roll of her eyes- and yet she hadn't noticed her anywhere.
She smiled. It was so like the little mass of contradictions she was.
The reporter noticed the centaur and her eyebrow raised slightly. She'd heard but had yet to actually see him. Curious but not wanting to seem rude, she moved a little closer but didn't stare.
Snape felt more than heard someone coming up behind him. Turning, he didn't recognise the blonde woman who stood there, but nodded his head in greeting anyway.
"Allo." She smiled at the man glancing over at her and held out her hand. "I don't think we've met. I'm Una Greengrass."
He took the hand and shook it shortly. "Severus Snape," he said. "Are you related to Daphne?"
"Firenze." Snape was unsure what the centaur was watching, unless it was Pansy and Adrian's argument. "Is there something happening I should be aware of?"
Firenze sighed and looked away as Pansy and Adrian walked further away from the other guests, apparently amicable once more. "Perhaps not," he said engimatically.
He looked Snape up and down. "You look as though you feel quite out of place, Severus."
"Yes," he said shortly. "I am. I dislike gatherings, and ones away from Hogwarts are worse. But most of all, this house is filled with friends and enemies. Do you think it is an enjoyable experience, not knowing who I can speak to?"
He looked at Firenze for a moment and said "I would imagine this is not, perhaps, your preferred place to spend an evening either."
Firenze snorted lightly. "I did rather enjoy scratching that overly polished floor," he said thoughtfully.
"But if you wish to know why I am here, I suppose it is for the same reason that you are. Too much has gone wrong of late. Too many people going missing, turning up dead."
Snape was startled for a brief moment - had Firenze made a joke?
"Do you expect that you will find out what has happened here, then?"