Date: 30 September 2000
Time: 5pm
Location: Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire
Characters Involved: Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco Malfoy, all Hogwarts professors and assisstants (no crashers, please =P).
Rating: PG-PG-13
Inside of Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, it was warm and bright. The fire in the drawing room was blazing, emanating friendly warmth and bathing the room with a welcoming light.
The room, which was Narcissa’s own version of her husband’s ‘office’, was immaculately clean, as always. The house elves had spent the last week dusting, polishing, and cleaning as was ordered by the Malfoy matron. The wooden floor was sparkling clean and perfectly polished, and if one looked close enough they could surely see their reflection.
In the corner, the harp and piano was charmed to play classical pieces throughout the night. The soft, delightful notes could even be heard in the dining room so as to accompany their dinner as well.
The deep oak liquor cabinet was recently restocked with several bottles of many different types of fine and imported drinks. The small round table next to it was used to mix and create. The servants were not trusted with any of the liquors, so guests would be free to wander over as they pleased and take what they wanted. One could have a martini, cosmopolitan, whiskey sour, gin and tonic, a lovely glass of sherry, warm cognac, fine French or Italian wine, or spiced rum.
A table was set up next to the fireplace. It was laden with several hors’ dourves and snack-type foods. House elves did not serve the food, but often restocked the emptying plates. Narcissa had devised a wonderful spread to serve her guests. There was a cheese platter of gruyére, Munster, fresh mozzarella, smoked Gouda, and Buxton blue cheese. Shrimp cocktail was set out on a crystal platter, the light pink shellfish shining in the firelight. Goat cheese and caviar medallions tempted the taste buds, along with salmon and capers. Fruit crème sat at the end of the table, a selection of strawberries, apples, grapes, melon, and kiwi waiting to be eaten. At the very end of the table was a basket of sliced French and Italian bread with a choice of garlic butter or regular butter.
As each guest arrives, a house elf greets him or her at the door. The little elf is wearing a clean, pressed, white toga with an elaborate “M” embroidered onto the shoulder sash. He squeaks good evening, bows, and leads the guest into the sitting room on the right. Once each guest is announced by first and last name and safely inside, he hurries back to his post at the front door, waiting for the next guest to arrive.