eleanoryaxley

[eleanoryaxley]

victoryaxley​:

Truly, Victor was not at all fazed by the events of the night before. He hadn’t happened to see anything first hand. He’d never been in any danger because he’d gotten himself out of the area where the action was happening. Perhaps if he was a better twin, he would have located Eleanor sooner. However, she had proven herself able to take care of herself, as he had assumed she would. “Could have been worse,” he mused, taking a sip of his coffee. “Neither of us were hurt. Have you heard from any of our friends?” he inquired. 

Of course there were a few people he genuinely cared about at the ball. He did wonder how they were doing and had checked in to the best of his ability via owl. He wasn’t a monster. Still, at the end of the day, everyone had to protect themselves. If one was a weak spellcaster, one should know that about oneself and respond accordingly. If he had actually attempted any fighting, who knew how that would have turned out. Wrinkling his nose, he added, “I’m sure we’ll have to make appearances at St. Mungo’s until some of our friends recover.” He was not looking forward to that aspect of things, but he was occasionally capable of putting his own wishes aside. 

Mostly, he was simply grateful that he hadn’t ended up asking Amycus to the ball. It has crossed his mind, but that would have been an extremely disastrous way to end a first date. Not to mention a very public appearance for the two of them. If he did manage to date Amycus, part of him would want to keep the other all to himself for a while. Of course, another part wanted to show him off. Personally, Victor couldn’t care less about the Carrows’ financial status. He would have to plan and scheme to make anything work out, realistically, but he was willing to do it because Amycus was special. Perfect. He forced himself to focus before his sister caught his mind wandering, glancing over at her and taking another sip. 

“A few,” she answered, with a small nod. “Most seem to have avoided being hurt too badly.” Most of the people she truly cared about had faired okay on the previous night, the other just sporting healable injuries. Whether that was because the people she cared about were all fantastic fighters and had managed to protect themselves, or they were just pretty cowardly and hid as she had, she didn’t really care. What matter to her was that they were all safe, especially after she heard someone had been murdered in the middle of the dance floor. That could have happened to anyone, which was the only bit of the night that sort of frightened her. She didn’t know whether the woman who was killed had been a target, or just a victim of circumstance. As awful as it probably was, she really hoped she had been a target.

Eleanor took a sip of her coffee as her brother replied, nodding slightly as he spoke about St. Mungo’s. “Probably,” she agreed. “From what I’ve heard nearly every bed is taken up in the place so it will take forever to get around to everyone,” she complained lightly. Going to a hospital when she was totally fine wasn’t exactly her idea of a good way to spend her free time but somethings had to be done despite her complaints.

“Okay so other than all the fighting drama how did your night go? Previous to all the masked figures and trauma?” she asked, a quick grin flitting across her lips. She loved a good party, and she loved talking about a good party just as much. Part of her still thought it had been slightly ruined by the wide range of guests, compared to the traditional pureblood only event every year, but she was trying to put that aside and focus on the good bits. “I know it was packed but I barely even got a glance at you all night, what were you up to? Do anything fun?” she asked.

[eleanoryaxley]

Eleanor had spent the morning taking advantage of the very quiet streets. While most people seemed to be recovering from the events of the ball, Eleanor had come out unscathed and so she was enjoying the peace of the shops. Things were starting to shut up by this time, and having spent most of the day walking around, she was getting a bit tired and looked around for somewhere to sit for a minute before she started to head home. That was when she spotted Maren Linwood sitting alone on the bench closest, her eyes closed as she leaned into the back of the bench. She stood in front of her, half debating whether it would be worth just looking for somewhere else to sit, deciding against it once Maren opened her eyes. “Do you always sleep on public benches in the middle of the street?” she asked, still standing. “If you really need somewhere to stay there’s shelters and things that you can go to.”

Where: Diagon Alley

Who: Open!

Too much had happened but also not enough. Everything that they’d worked for seemed to be just out of reach but getting farther and farther away. 

She’d left the apartment, looking for fresh air and a place to think. That’s how she’d ended up sitting on a bench in Diagon Alley, watching the shops close up as the day came to a close. 

It felt peaceful. It wouldn’t feel like this for long. She closed her eyes, letting the calm settle and breathing deeply. 

Suddenly she felt the presence of someone else. She opened her eyes, moving to make room for them before she even saw their face. “Sorry,” she offered quickly. 

[eleanoryaxley]

Despite the recent events at the Summer Solstice Ball, the clientele at The Grave Affair all seemed as if nothing had happened. While it wasn’t exactly packed, there was a good enough crowd for a Thursday night, and no one really seemed all that concerned about the after affects of the ball. That probably said something about the morality of their costumers, but Eleanor didn’t really care, just happy it hadn’t put a stop to her performing. She was just thinking how much she loved just that when she finished her set and she heard a clapping break through the quiet murmuring of the audience. Happy to receive praise of any kind for her talents Elle just grinned, unbothered by the old people disapproving. 

As she packed up her things, not finished with her set for the night, she heard the same man speak to her. “I should hope so, or getting up on that stage would get rather embarrassing,” she smiled. “If you were drunk enough I can’t imagine it would go to well.”

@peterpxttigrew​

who : @eleanoryaxley​

where : the grave affair 

The Grave Affair wasn’t a place Peter frequented often. It was filled with ministry folks and more often than not, snootier bar clientele that Peter didn’t typically fit in with. Being a bartender though, it was good to be in a bar where your manager wasn’t looking over your shoulder or asking you to hop on for ten while you were out with your mates. Although, the Grave Affair wasn’t the best place for a pint. There was far too much foam and if Ewan Pettigrew had of been here, he would’ve tutted. Their speciality seemed to rely on fancy cocktails and fine wines. Drinks that Peter enjoyed but often didn’t have the money for.  Listening to the singer on stage, Peter clapped when she finished her song. Although, judging by the looks he got. Clapping on a quiet Thursday night wasn’t the most done thing around this joint.  What a load of miserable bastards. 

Taking a sip of his pint as the woman began to pack up her things. “You’re good at that old singing thing..” Peter smiled, “if I was drunk enough. I might even suggest having a duet.” 

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jonreeves​:

Jonathan had been fully expecting this to be a wordless exchange. He reached out past her as she moved, grabbing what he needed and was fully prepared to turn around and continue his day until she spoke. His brows furrowed slightly at the use of a nickname, this woman seemed familiar but he couldn’t pin exactly where he had seen her before. “I- please refrain from that bloody awful nickname,” Jonathan responded with a weak sigh; while he would usually been one to pick a fight almost anywhere, today he didn’t have the energy. Moving his basket back, using his legs to sheild it from the woman, Jonathan shot her a scowl, “It really isn’t any of your business, now is it?” | @eleanoryaxley

“Jonno?” she suggested instead when he refused the nickname. There was an innocence to her voice and expression, her head tilted as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Despite this, she was actually well aware that she was clearly bothering him, internally very amused by it though she didn’t let any of it show outwardly. “Hmmm, moody,” she mused when he frowned at her question. “I think that puts anything fun off the cards,” she guessed, not waiting for an answer before she spoke again. “Are you always so adverse to girls just trying to make friendly conversation?” she asked.

[eleanoryaxley]

Eleanor was one of the few people around the town today. It seemed the entire wizarding community was either resting or healing from the night before and recuperating however they could. Unharmed and unbothered, Eleanor was embracing the quiet and taking her time in the shops, lingering in all the aisles. She was currently looking around the potion shop, not really hoping to find anything in particular but just browsing. Upon hearing someone call for her attention she looked up, instantly standing back at the request. It was only after she did so that she realised it was Jonathan behind her, not his biggest fan purely because of his association to Rosalie. She glanced down at his basket, raising an eyebrow when she looked back up at him. “Wild night planned, Jonny? Or just in bits from the ball?” she asked, a smile on her face as she looked up at him. 

@jonreeves​

Where: Potion Shop Who: Open

“‘Cuse me,” Jonathan spoke up from behind the person currently standing in front of the shelf ahead of him, “I just need to grab that bottle of murtlap essense beside you.” Losing a few days to prepare for the upcoming full moon due to the events of the solstice had left Jonathan with only a few days to hurridly prepare. With the short period he had spent unable to get wolfsbane during that time, he could already tell this wouldn’t be an easy transformation; the tense way he held his posture seemingly betraying whatever neutral tone he tried to keep. The shopping basket he was currently holding was already filled with an assortment of potions, from calming draughts to wound-cleaning brews.

[eleanoryaxley]

From the beginning, Eleanor had thought inviting every kind of person to the Summer Solstice Ball was a bad idea. She couldn’t make any sense of it, especially when she considered the origin of the event for matchmaking among the high class pureblood youth, knowing that wasn’t something muggleborns and the like did. Still, the hosts must have had a reason because they opened the doors to one and all, regardless of any critiques they might have gotten. She suspected they might have started to regret the decision by now.

While the night have ended in chaos, Eleanor had actually faired rather well. Laurel fainting had been of no concern to her, never liking any of the Linwood sisters enough to care. After that she had continued to enjoy her night, ending up in the bathroom just at the same time as everything started to go downhill. Her self preservation instincts kicked in well before any desire to help anyone fighting and so she stayed in the bathroom, sitting on a closed toilet seat with her feet up so no one would know she was in there. She stayed in hiding until the chaos died down, able to tell by the quiet that suddenly came instead of screaming and shouting. At the point she just went home, owling her friends to make sure they were okay.

Despite this, even Eleanor had struggle sleeping that night, wondering what it had all been about, and who the two sides ever were. This was why she now sat with a large mug of coffee in had when her brother walked into the kitchen, sending him a smile as he say down. “Morning,” she replied, resting her chin on her hand. “Though not a terribly good one I suppose, given last night’s events.” Despite her words, she didn’t sound at all disturbed. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said, genuine this time. 

@victoryaxley​

Who: @eleanoryaxley

Where: Yaxley Manor

Although Victor certainly questioned the merit of opening the usually closed event that was the Summer Solstice Ball to the public, the decision had certainly led to its fair share of drama. Enough to keep him interested, to be sure. First, of course, there was the downfall of the Linwood girl. Victor was none too bothered by it, of course, considering their history and how irritating she and her sister were. It’d teach people like the Linwoods not to show up at events that weren’t intended for them. 

However, what truly interested Victor from the night of the ball was not any social interaction or choice in outfit. What kept him up wondering late that night when he lay in his bed was the voice that had whispered, speaking directly to him. It should have given him pause, as it was a bit like an invasion. However, instead, it replayed in his mind as if on a loop. He’d never given much thought to corruption in the Ministry. Truthfully, he’d never cared much for politics one way or another. Victor hadn’t gotten much time to think about it at the actual event, considering how pretty much immediately after, all hell broke loose. Victor would much rather trade insults than hexes, and he did his level best to get the hell out of the fighting. He only hoped Amycus had done the same. 

The next morning over coffee, he spotted his sister. The two of them rarely spoke of things that mattered in depth, so he settled for a simple, “Morning.” However, he was interested to hear her thoughts about how the night unfolded. That was, on the off chance she had any. He took a sip of his coffee, eyes scanning the Daily Prophet.  

[eleanoryaxley]

wickedbellax​:

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Knowing just how right Eleanor was, Bella nodded her head with an amused smirk, “Everyone loves a good story to eat up. Wonder who will be Rita Skeeter’s targets this time around.” As much as she sometimes hated the journalist, she knew that Skeeter always knew something about everyone and sometimes it made for a good morning after the ball. She knew she’d have to be on her best behavior this evening but the brunette hadn’t thought to regard any of the other society members and their behavior. Narcissa was always the perfect example of a society woman so she assumed everyone tended to act as she did at these sort of things. “And we don’t need to be sending the wrong message,” She pointed out as they walked, showing up with a particular individual would lead to way too many conversations. “Have they picked out someone they’d like you to chat up with or just hoping you’ll find a good choice all on your own?”

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“She usually gets a good story, even if she can be unbearable.” From a distance, Eleanor loved Rita Skeeter. Her gossip and stories were enjoyable almost regardless of who she was writing about. Honestly, she didn’t even mind when it was gossip about her, because she was a woman of the stage and they all knew all publicity was good publicity. “Definitely not,” she agreed, knowing how many whispers could come from just showing up in the wrong dress. A bad date would be rumours and disapproval for months. She preferred the stigma of being single, to the problem of being with the completely wrong person. “Not yet, I don’t think,” she answered, shaking her head. “I think right now they’re still hoping I’ll find someone, but we’ll wait and see how long that lasts,” she said, knowing eventually they would grow tired of her not choosing anyone.

[eleanoryaxley]

youngestxlestrange​:

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He couldn’t help but give a smile as she joked. “In case you haven’t noticed, but broody and pouty is just my resting face.” he said playfully. The banter allowed him to ease up a bit but as soon as Alecto was mentioned he shifted uncomfortably. “Yes well –” he trailed off, not really wanting to explain why exactly he thought brining the Carrow was a good idea. “Rod brought Lyra Burke.” his words left a sour taste in his mouth but he tried his best to hide any pain in his voice and face. “Oh yeah? And what exactly is your taste?” he asked, eager to change the subject from his failure of an evening. “Honestly, after all that and the Laurel fiasco, I could do with another stiff drink.” || @eleanoryaxley​

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“Oh I’ve noticed and while broody and pouty looks oh so good on you,” she started with an exaggerated nod, “I think a smile could do you some favours too.” While she was a remarkably self centered person, Eleanor did care about her friend’s happiness and didn’t like seeing them in anyway upset. “Well..” she repeated in a sing song voice, coaxing the story from him. “Lyra?” she repeated, sounding surprised by the news. “Why did he bring her?” Eleanor hummed, thinking at his question. “Something a lot less controlled, and with a far steadier supply of alcohol,” she grinned. She rolled her eyes at the mention of Laurel, shaking her head. “Trust one of the Linwoods to end up at the center of it all, I swear they live for that sort of thing.” And Eleanor particularly disliked Maren and Laurel. “But yes, a drink sounds good.”

[eleanoryaxley]

alectocxrrow​:

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“Dont you know? Im alwas right” Alecto teased with a little laugh.She was of course joking. Even Alecto knew that she wasn’t alwas right. Alecto just smiled at Eleanor. She knew the other girl probably knew her dress was old, but she appreciated that she hadnt said anything. At least Alecto had bothered to listen to the dress code, which was didfferent to others. “Oh. I totally agree. I’ve not doubt some of them have worn dark clothes to make a statement” And to her it did nothing but make them look stupid. She’d never attend an event and purposefully not listen to the dress code. “I should have done that too…..” She murmured with a little laugh. “Guess Im not so over my insecurity of being alone”

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“I must have missed the memo,” she laughed lightly, shaking her head. While Alecto might have been joking, Eleanor pretty much did believe that she was always right, rarely one to accept criticism or blame. “Like what statement are they trying to make?” she questioned rhetorically. “That they can’t read or that they’re just plain disrespectful?” she added, rolling her eyes. It was ridiculous, a dress code gave you a chance to show off, going against it didn’t seem worthwhile. “Oh well, you’ll know for next time,” she smiled. “Well, that’s assuming you don’t meet the love of your life tonight,” she teased, a quick grin curving her lips upwards.

[eleanoryaxley]

evan-rapture​:

“By that reasoning you’d make this entire festivity seem enjoyable. What even is the point to tonight? There’s no need for a ball to matchmake; we’d know anyone remotely our age and of pure heritage and so do our parents.” He knew there was no way he’d accept to be married off for his mother’s profit, so he had trouble understanding why others would.  “Are you hoping for anyone in particular to be paired with?” Couldn’t hurt to ask; he was curious to know who she was running around with.

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“I do try to cheer even the most miserable of souls,” she joked, grinning towards him. She rested her elbow on her knee, and her head in her hand, her head turned towards him. “I think it just reminds all of our parents about everyone who’s out there,” she suggested. “Or it gives middle aged old people a chance to show off how much better their children have turned out than everyone else’s,” she added. “Or, maybe none of that because everyone’s here - muggleborns and purebloods alike, and our parents are hardly looking at people who aren’t pure.”

“Not really,” she answered, shaking her head. “If anything, I’d rather not be paired with anyone. I’m not quite prepared to walk down an aisles just yet. Unless I’m a bridesmaid.”

[eleanoryaxley]

thxleoprincess​:

“Isn’t it just?” Lucille sighed dreamily. The woman’s comment made her laugh. “Oh that’s a shame to hear,” She continued to chuckle. “I came alone though. I wouldn’t dare bring someone as a date to an event like this unless I was certain they were worthy - to avoid such situation you just mentioned.” Lucille’s laughter slowly died down as she took a few breathes.

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“I know, it sounds miserable,” she agreed with a small laugh. She had been on a number of lousy dates over the years but she wouldn’t ever make  the mistake of bringing a bad date to such a big event. Firstly, there were far too many people to witness the travesty, and secondly, there wasn’t really an easy escape. “Same, it just seems silly to have any sort of first date at an event like this. It’s asking to be embarrassed.”

[eleanoryaxley]

wickedbellax​:

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Bella found whatever words she was about to say had died on her lips at the mention of their Yuletide failure, not the Eleanor knew that. Though it seemed that Rosalie’s disappearance had no negative effects on the younger girl, “We can never end a party without some drama I suppose.” She mused, though she didn’t quite believe her words as she had nothing planned for this evening besides boredom and alcohol. “That’s true. People get too drunk to think straight and chaos just ensues from there.” Moving to walk alongside Eleanor as they headed back to the main ballroom, she shook her head, “I came with a friend, found that it was the easiest way out tonight.” It seemed most people found that arriving with friends was the less stressful for this particular ball. “She was expecting a proper courtship tonight or something?”

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“People love something dramatic to gossip about the next day,” she laughed lightly. “Especially the people who have done something embarrassing themselves.” Parties with this many people always ended up with multiple people embarrassing themselves, whether that was down to the ready supply of alcohol or showing off in front of everyone, she wasn’t quite sure. Eleanor gave a laugh and nodded. “They do, don’t they?” Still, she planned on behaving herself for the night since it was a society ball, and was going pretty slow on the alcohol for now. “It’s definitely the easiest thing to do, far less pressure,” she confirmed with a soft hum. “Not so much expecting but I think she would have liked it.”

[eleanoryaxley]

thxleoprincess​:

Eleanor was a familiar face. Lucille didn’t know if she’d go as far as saying they were friends, but she felt comfortable knowing that she wouldn’t be struggling for conversation or common ground. “It’s a wonderful evening isn’t it,” If her smile wasn’t already visible, you’d have heard it in her voice. “Thank you,” She glanced down at her outfit before slowly sliding her hands down over the material. “You look lovely too.”

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“It’s certainly extravagant,” she nodded with a smile. Looking around the room it was clear to see how much work and money had been put into the whole event, from the decorations to the music, everything was to a very high standard. “Thank you,” she smiled. “Did you come with a date?” she asked curiously. “Half the people I’ve talked to seem to be disappointed with their dates already,” she added, scrunching up her nose slightly as she spoke.

[eleanoryaxley]

alectocxrrow​:

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Alecto just laughed, shaking her head. “I know. It’s like they’ve never been to a big fancy event before. But I mean…. they probably haven’t, but gosh. Do a little research” It was exactly what she did at work. She looked at whom she was dealing with, and then used the tactics to get them to spend the most money. Alecto was a master manipulator, but she did need to do some sort of research to make that work. Clearly not everyone thought sheame though. “Oh thank you… I love these pastels colours….” She was just greatful that she’d had  a dress that actually worked with the dress code. “I’m not going to let him. I don’t need a man to hlep me have a great night….” She mused with a little laugh. “And anyway…. if not I’ll just hang out with my friends instead”

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“You’re probably right, it’s a very.. diverse crowd compared to the normal crowd,” she mused, glancing around. There were purebloods and muggleborns alike, which was pretty unusual for high end events like this. “Right? it’s not that hard.” She understood not everyone could afford the best of the best, but even cheap high street shops did pastels this time of year, she couldn’t imagine why anyone struggled to stick to the theme. “I suspect some people did it on purpose to stand out,” she said with a roll of her eyes, exaggerating the last two words to show how ridiculous she thought that was. Anyone with enough style could stand out while sticking to the theme. “My thoughts exactly, I didn’t even come with a man,” she agreed, shaking her head. “Exactly,” she nodded.

[eleanoryaxley]

alluring-adairia​:

“I’m talking to whoever happened to pass by.” She replied, knowing the horrible irony behind their interactions. She never much approached the Yaxley’s apart for that frightful night, but knew all about Maren and Eleanor’s past. “Eleanor Yaxley, correct?”

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“You invite strangers just walking by to drink with you?” she asked with a lightly raised eyebrow, her tone casual. A slight smirk came onto her lips, absolutely certain Adairia knew who she was; she had to. As far as she was concerned everyone did. “That’s me,” she confirmed with a smile. “Nice to know my reputation precedes me.”

[eleanoryaxley]

deciusflint​:

He had been circling this evening, trying to keep an eye on what was going. It was fair to say after the events of the last ball. Decius Flint felt tense, as though every eye was on his move. Due to both the events of the last ball and the fact that he was an eligible bachelor. He was the Flint heir, it was only normal that parents were trying to engage in conversation with him. It was slightly overwhelming, having to make excuses just to find a few minutes to speak with his friends or cousins. “I couldn’t have picked such a outfit myself, I probably would have shown up in last-years robes. How humiliating.” 

“Thank you, as do you.” Decius said graciously, there was no doubt in Decius’ mind that his aunt would have been scoping the surroundings trying to find a match for Eleanor and Victor. “Not quite…” A lie, his heart was set out for Anastasia Dupont. A notion he was trying his best to ignore. “How about you? Any fair suitors catching your eye?” 

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“Terribly humiliating,” she agreed with a laugh, though she wasn’t fully joking. Personally, Eleanor would never be seen in anything last season, never mind something from last years line. She quite thought Decius was the same, well aware he had a love a fashion and showing off that was akin to hers. “But I do think you could have managed to get something at least a little nice on your own,” she teased. 

“Thanks,” she smiled, swishing her dress slightly. “Not quite isn’t an outright no?” she probed, though she didn’t really expect him to expand anymore on that, but she would like if he did. “No, not yet,” she sighed. “But I think that’s best. I don’t want our grandmother to get any ideas that I’m ready for marriage.” She was already pushing for Eleanor to be wed as soon as possible, but Elle was determined to stay single for as long as she possibly could, having no interest in the life that lay ahead for married pureblood women. 

[eleanoryaxley]

youngestxlestrange​:

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Rabastan rose an eyebrow at her words, “What gave me away?” he joked as he accepted the flute and swallowed the contents in one gulp. “The real question should be, what hasn’t happened.” He mumbled, crossing his arms again and glaring across the crowd. “Well firstly, I brought Alecto as my date, which only made things complicated and it was a bad idea,” he said as he began to list off the things that had annoyed him so far, “then I bumped into my ex who turned out to be a blood traitor.” He felt his anger boil up inside him as he spoke, “and lastly, my brother brought one of my best friends to the ball as his date. So it’s not going great.” He turned to face Elenor and tried to give her somewhat of a smile. “How about you? How’s your night going?” || @eleanoryaxley​

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“Oh nothing, I just have an incredibly ability for divination,” she joked with a roll of her eyes. “That big frown on your face,” she answered properly. “You look all brooding and pouty,” she teased, taking a sip of her own champagne while he downed his. “Wait, you brought Alecto?” she repeated, surprised by the information, grimacing as he continued on describing his evening. “Who did he bring?” she asked, though she could only think of a handful of people it could be. She smiled back, though hers was a lot more genuine than his. “I’m having a good time so far. A bit tame for my taste but other than that...” she trailed off jokingly. “Come on, Rab, what can I do to cheer you up?” she asked, tilting her head as she looked up at him.