( Man, even lj thinks I'm too long winded. Everybody's a critic. )

Chapter 7
April-Debutante Ball, Cauldron Club It was supposed to be a pretty straightforward thing. The young witches were supposed to walk down the stairs, stop and smile. Marcus had worn his dress robes. He had endeavored not to look nauseated or too horribly bored at being in Morag MacDougal’s presence. He hadn’t let her fall down the stairs ( Read more... )