the Malfoy Masque, part deux

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Date: Twelfth Night! (January 6)
Location: Malfoy Manor, the 'Ballroom'
Characters Involved: those ready to dance!

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Re: 7:45

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Lucius watched the elegant woman in the blood-red ball-gown glide into the room and could not help but think of his brush with death (Montague in the guise of Red Death, that is) not a half hour before. Their costumes could have been cut from the same brocade. On that, grantedly flimsey, thought alone, Lucius began to suspect that it was Millicent who strode toward them.

When she spoke to Narcissa, Lucius was certain of it. Lucius gently disentangled his arm from his wife's when Millicent paid hommage to the customs of royalty past, offering her hand for him to kiss. He loosely held the proffered hand at the edge of his own and inclined over it. He kissed the air just above her hand, carrying out the custom in a way to please his guest as well as neither invading her space nor giving Narcissa any reasons for jealousy.

He straightened back up and gave Millicent a smile. "Indeed it is, Millicent," he said quietly, so as to not take away her chances of hiding her identity, did she wish to hide it. "Especially when one has the strong impression that this holiday season is the perfect start to a better year than the last." As surrepticiously as he could, Lucius nodded his head past Millicent in the direction of the person who had entered just after her, the unwitting star of the evening. Deliciously ironically, it just happened to be a Weaseley.

Re: 7:45

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Millicent admired Lucius as he very lightly took her hand and didn’t come anywhere close to kissing it. Perfect, just like everything else about him, she thought as she lowered her fan to allow him a private glimpse of her face. He would be the last one to see it tonight. Then she very surreptitiously glanced backwards, hiding everything but her eyes to gaze on the spectre of a man entering behind her. His costume was completely concealing and she had no idea whom it might be, nor did she care. If Lucius had chosen this person, that was enough for her. Her fingers itched to retrieve her wand and get to it.

“Perfect. What an a prospo description,” Millicent responded quietly, returning her gaze directly to her host for a brief moment before making way for the next “guest”. “An evening with ‘friends’ is the best way to begin any new….endeavor.”

Then she quickly took her leave of the Malfoys, finding a secluded spot to invoke her glamour charm and another one to alter her voice. It would now be impossible for anyone not of her choosing to identify her, and with two identical costumes, the confusion would be doubly protective.

She found places in the great hall that afforded her the best view of the “special guest”. It amused her and served to heighten her anticipation of the coming festivities. If her eyes gleamed with it, that, too, was hidden by the decorations and candles of the season.