Some Light in the Dark

[.henry john longbottom !]

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     "Of course I'm not enthused about this," Henry said out of the corner of his mouth has he shook hands with a rickety old witch who was clearly hard of hearing,"But do try to at least look happy to be here," he said dryly to Alice after a glance at her bored expression.

      Henry weaved his way through the crowd until at last he managed to find a table. There were two wizards already sitting there, but the rest of the seats seemed to be free. Henry pulled out a chair for Alice, but didn't wait for her to sit down so he could push it in for her- surely she was capabale of that much in the eyes of Chivalry. A waiter came around and offered them drinks, and Henry ordered his usual drink. After the waiter left, Henry turned a bit to Alice and said, "Nice dress. The pink suits you well." His voice had a distinct tone of mocking, knowing that, while Alice did have a good sense of fashion, pink was not her favorite. However, while Henry would never say so outloud, Alice did look rather dashing.

      It seemed that picking on Alice had quickly become a favorite of his. After what happened at the café, how could it not be? As always, he was certain that she would understand that everything said between them in this playful banter-like way was just that, playful banter. It was very clear that neither of them had a particular desire to be at the wedding. In Henry's case, it wasn't that he didn't necessarily not want to be there, there were just other things that he would rather be doing.

word count:375
credit:Image- Sherlock
notes: I love weddings

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[.Alice Vyrei Trev'na !]

God is there no mercy...

A light smirk twitched in the corner of her mouth as Henry replied while shaking the hand of a passing guest, it was well enough that the woman was practically deaf. Unlacing her arms to hang loosely by her sides the Trev’na girl flicked a dagger edged glance towards Henry as she plastered a mocking smile onto her face. Deciding against a scathing comment Alice kept her mouth shut, though she direly would have liked to inform Henry that she had been playing the socialite game ever since she could walk. But it was an unnecessary statement, she trusted the wizard to know such trivial things about her past, and all in all it was simply another stab at their usual banter.

With a soft huff of agitation the witch followed her adversary through the swaying current of individuals waiting with at least some degree of patience for the wedding. Taking the offered seat without a word, Alice settled in, inwardly preparing herself for the faux role she was to portray at this little celebration. Yet her internal conversation was solidly broken as Henry chose that particular moment to remark on the one thing that sent a muted rising of blood to her face.

Oh the bloody pink dress, again Alice cursed the idea of wearing it on this day. Granted she had hardly expected to run into the Gryffindor at the wedding, and had chosen something more suited to her façade as Alice Trev’na the fashionable, well polished little socialite, daughter of Vivian who at one time was the queen of that gilded realm.

Another exasperated huff escaped her throat paired with a half executed roll of the eyes. She paused then, making a bit of a point to avoid turning towards Henry as she spoke, her voice cloaked in a pleasant veil simply for the benefit of the other guests at the table.

“How…lovely of you…to say” She uttered, nearly choking on the flippancy of the words before she rudely lacerated them with a deep line of pointed sarcasm.

“And what a dashing cravat Henry…” Alice noted as she slowly turned for a direct gaze at her rival, the unblinking bladed gaze unmistakable yet masked by the false smile.

“I didn’t know you fancied bow ties...”

Alice turned then, a witch passing by decked in a feathered monstrosity of a dress, her graying locks indicating that she was from Vivian’s generation. In a moment the Ravenclaw dealt with the crone who recognized her on sight as the daughter of her old acquaintance. Passing over the conversation with some degree of practiced skill Alice managed to escape by blatantly lying about the state of her mother’s health. Thankfully the encounter was brief and composed of only your typical small talk. Frowning to a slight degree, Alice turned back then, allowing a slow exhale of air to escape her lungs before going rather silent. This was what she despised most about these little gatherings; it was hardly the degree of boredom but the continual interrogations about family that she detested. In end of the day it always left Alice a bit cross and somewhat maddening to deal with.

Perhaps having Henry around was not such a terrible thing, even if it meant that she would have to constantly guard her back. At the very least he was more interesting and their continual banter kept her from descending to deeply into a sour mood as the day progressed.



Words: 624
Credits: Le Mis, thank you Henry

[.Fred Miles Weasley !]

I NEED ANOTHER STORY, SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST
My life gets kind of boring, Need something that I can confess

Standing ten minutes in front of a door waiting for somebody to open it, while passersby looked at you oddly because of your attire, was not how Fred had imagined things would go when he had arrived on the doorsteps of the Delacour’s homestead. He had fantasized something more in the range of Veela girls ushering him in, giggling at his every joke, as they lead him through a beautifully decorated house and garden in which the wedding would take place. Trying to look ambiguous as a car drove by, the driver behind the wheel like all the others looking at him with a strange look upon his face, Fred whistled lightly and mocked knocking on the door for the tenth time. Once the car had passed being both tired and annoyed Fred put his hand to the door knob and turned it finding the door move and open in response. Pushing forward Fred’s brow furrowed slightly. It wasn't too long before he figured they had to have put some sort of illusion or protection on the house against unwanted muggles and his forehead became crease free once more.

Closing the door behind him Fred took a quick glance around trying to get an impression of his surroundings. Sure enough he found himself surrounded by a group of very beautiful girls, all of them easily having a drop or two of Veela blood in them. The problem was that none of them seemed in the slightest bit interested in him. In fact no one seemed to have any concern that someone had just walked in unannounced. Everyone seemed to be busy with placing last minute decorations, dressing children that seemed to be fighting foot and nail against it and ensuring that everything was perfect for when the betrothed couple arrived, separately of course, and the wedding nuptials would begin. Well at least that meant he was not late, point Fred Weasely.

Making his way through the bustling rooms, Fred took in more of this new environment. Not being very worldly, everything was rather interesting to him. On a few occasions his feet had stopped moving to listen into one of the many French conversations that were taking place in the house. He could have sworn in the one they were having a little tiff, but with the two accents and emotions that came with it; to an outsider, one with no inkling of understanding French, it merely looked like they were talking about devoting the rest of their lives to ensuring that the other was satisfied in all ways possible. Fred wondered if perhaps there happened to be a nice young girl in the crowd that had not even the slightest understanding of English, whom he might be able to entertain with his company.

Gazing from girl to girl and group to group Fred noticed a rather familiar head of hair. Well it was fairly familiar, being that he had never seen it done up that nicely. Directing all his attention toward the red hair bouncing up and down among tresses of blonde, Fred found himself looking at his cousin as she busied herself helping with the arrangements. It wasn’t long before a smile appeared on his face. Lucy had that ability to do that to him without even talking to him, it was similar to the effect his sister had on him and little Lily. As he watched his cousin he found his eyes drawn to something else. Fred shook his head as his hazel-brown eyes lit up on seeing Miss Alice Trev’na and Mr Henry Longbottom.

Deciding to catch up with his cousin in a minute or two he made his way over to the table Henry and Alice occupied. Charming a chair in the middle of the pair, the back of the chair toward them, seated he allowed his arms to wrap around the back of the chair that he now seemed to be utilizing as the front. “So Alice, Henry,” his gaze shifting from the one to the other. “You two here to enjoy yourselves and the festivities or have you come here as per usual with your wands placed too far up your extremities making you incapable of being pleasant, with the desire to enjoy only your own company?” Fred’s eyebrows rose awaiting a response from the one or the other or even both. It was usual for Fred to talk to both in that fashion. Before graduating from Hogwarts, he had been a year above them and he could always count on their 'know it all' attitudes to give him a laugh or two.

STATUS: complete
WORD COUNT: 770 words
LYRICS: one republic; secrets
TAGGED: teddy, victoire, family etc
CREDIT: me
NOTES: you know I love you guys, this is just my character