Nov 06, 2007 20:23
francis abernathy,
henry winter,
john ryder,
dean winchester,
george weasley,
rp,
susan sto helit,
silas,
ofelia,
shaun riley,
yoda,
tomo takino,
jadzia dax,
merlin,
chance silvey,
selvetarm,
robin goodfellow,
charles macaulay,
homestar runner,
john preston,
willow rosenberg,
alice cullen,
sam winchester,
camilla macaulay,
edward cullen,
bella swan,
bunny corcoran
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Also, there was cake.
She walked into the reception hall, dressed....not the nines. It was semi-formal attire, so she was more dressed to the sevens.
Her date, however, could not say the same.
((Reposted, because I can tell buttons apart, really ><))
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That decided, George glanced around with a grin. He was looking quite spiffy, if he did say so himself. He'd gone shopping alone to surprise Steph and thought he'd done a bang up job.
"So, you Muggles have cake, too, right?" Best part of a wedding.
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Steph had actually wanted to go with a vase, or something. But George had seemed so excited about the preparations for attending a 'Muggle' wedding that she didn't have the heart to burst his bubble. Hence, the gift. And the suit.
Dear lord. The suit. It was...it was a suit, all right. And while Steph always thought George looked handsome, she could not say the same about his attire.
Still, it was the thought that counted. So she kept in mind that the get-up had been meant as a nice surprise, and smiled proudly. Mostly proudly.
"We do! The only difference is the cakes at our weddings aren't usually made from pumpkins."
Blech. Seriously - what was it with wizards and making every single dessert out of pumpkin?
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Resting his hand lightly on the small of Steph's back, George guided her to the table for gifts, setting their box down and looking around the room. "There is nothing wrong with pumpkin cake, Brown. It's a perfectly smashing dessert."
Well, right. So, they were there, looking spiffing, so now what? "Do we have to dance? I don't know any Muggle dances, but I reckon that with my superiour grace we can muddle through."
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Balking at the pumpkin cake talk - come on now, gourds did not belong in desserts- she kept with the less disgusting topic of conversation. Barf. "You know, I can't believe how spoiled Wizards are, sometimes. Muggle kids get by with good, old-fashioned lying. Damp washcloth to the head, then stick your face in the fridge for a few minutes so it gets cold and clammy. That's an air-tight disguise, sans magic."
"We do have to dance, yes." Now here's where she was able to keep a straight face. "It's considered bad form if you don't. They'll kick us right out of the reception. And then no one will get to admire your hat."
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Yet.
The Macaulay twins had been sent to cotillion by their Nana as children. Ordinarily Camilla would have been happy to dance (decorously, within that sort of ballroom-dancing framework) at a party. However, as far as Camilla knew, Henry had never learned how to dance, and besides, there was his bad leg to contend with. Therefore she'd decided there shouldn't be dancing.
Charles would have other ideas. His mun just hasn't posted that thread yet.
Spotting newly arrived guests (well, newly noticed by her), Camilla flitted over to say hello. As Steph's owl had warned, Steph did not have Dean in tow. Instead, she had brought along one of the Weasley twins. Camilla liked the twins, because, well, they were twins, and that should amount to some kind of solidarity! She didn't know them at all, though, and she wasn't quite sure whether this was the same Weasley twin she'd once wished she could set up with Francis.
He was wearing an absolutely appalling hat, paired with a suit Camilla ( ... )
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Of course he noticed her trying not to gawk at his hat. How could she help it? It was an absolutely amazing hat.
In a burst of generosity, George swept it off and offered it to her. "You should wear it! The salesman told me it was a 'pimp hat'. And I know from the telly that it is often hard out there for them." Oh, the problems of the pimps. It really was quite sad!
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He was not mocking her. She could tell that much. He was a wizard born into wizarding culture. It would be highly rude to refuse his offer. More, it might embarrass him, to an extent far outweighing the small amount of embarrassment entailed by Camilla herself wearing the silly hat (it being her wedding, and her wedding celebration at that, where she could be forgiven for misbehavior).
"I'd love to," she said, and took the green-and-leopard hat. It sat oddly on her head. Pimps must have large skulls. She could barely see out from under the brim.
"It must be hard for pimps out there," she agreed. "Gosh, they must be running into things all the time."
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It did not stand well. Seriously - it was the woman's wedding day! This called for an intervention.
"Very hard," Steph agreed, mentally cringing. She'd beat a pimp or two up in her day, and they'd fully deserved it. "That hat looks great on you. But it clashes with Henry's suit, just a bit, huh? Can't have that in the wedding pictures."
Reaching out, she took the hat off of Camilla, trying not to muss up the woman's hair, and peached it atop her own head. "George and I have a green-theme going on, so I hope you don't mind if I borrow this?"
As far as Steph was concerned, this more than made up for a wedding gift full of dungbombs and what not.
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Frankly, he kind of hated weddings (except his own), along with pretty much every other social gathering, but Camilla had given him a lot of money, and the actually rational part of his brain recognized that that meant certain... obligations. So here he was. At least there was a bar.
Third drink in hand, he came over to say hello to Stephanie and George, who were the only people he actually recognized other than Camilla and Francis (whose nastiness today had gone almost entirely unnoticed by Geoffrey, who didn't really care). Smiling uncertainly, Geoffrey hoisted his glass and waved. "Having fun yet?"
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He'd been about to go on - perhaps to elaborate on the number and type of explosions that might have added that special touch to the ceremony - when he was interrupted--
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Walking up to Geoffrey, completely ignoring George and Steph, she smiled brilliantly at him, reaching up to greet him with a kiss. "Sorry I'm late. Did I miss anything?"
Turning, she flashed a slightly less-bright polite smile at the other two. "Oh, sorry, did I interrupt? Sorry. Don't I know you?"
Of course she did. But Ellen Fanshaw was never going to admit that. This was some amateur actress and her gofer boyfriend. They got to fawn over her, sure as hell not the other way around.
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Now, that was dedication! Up to and including kissing a woman. If Ellen was, in fact, a woman. She looked like one, a very pretty one, but you never knew! Ray and Fraser might have both been suffering from memory loss, but come on. They were more concerned with flirting than they were with helping Stephanie out of a death-trap. She knew what was up.
"Stephanie Brown," she said, returning Ellen's polite smile with a genuine one. They were both in the play - why not be friendly? "I play Helena. But I don't think we've got any scenes together?" Steph paused, thinking. "Sorry - Helena's in so many that I have trouble keeping track." Then, sheepishly: "It's my very first play! First time I ever even auditioned for anything non-gymnastics related, actually."
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He gave her a soft smile and returned the kiss sweetly, bringing a hand up to rest lightly on her back. "Hi. Not much." Now he was glad he'd actually thought to wear the one suit he owned -- although the tie had been abandoned halfway through the ceremony; he thought maybe he'd left it on his chair by accident. Whoops.
Of course, a moment later he was also reminded that he was also married to one of the theatre's biggest divas. He endeavored not to roll his eyes at Ellen's innocent act. "Of course you know them, Ellen. George is Bun-Bun's assistant and Steph is our Helena. I get that our rehearsing has been a little, you know, erratic, but I didn't think it was so bad that you'd forget everyone you're ( ... )
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