RP: Primo Uomo

[bishie_boy]

Date: 22 September 2001
Characters: Cedric, Chambers, Draco, Ginny, Hannah, Harry, Kirley, Lucius, Mandy, Neville, Portia, Vicky and Die Fledermaus.
Status: Public
Summary: The Bel Canto Italian Wizard Opera Company is performing tonight in London. Come one and all to enjoy an evening of good music and culture. Just remember to behave!
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[hannahwho]

Hannah stood in the main lobby of the opera house, nervously smoothing down the front of her dress and looking around for Portia. She hadn't quite realised that there would be this many people here, and this many of the more 'high society' wizards and witches. She didn't really fit in with this crowd, and she felt like they all knew it.

After getting Portia's owl earlier in the week, Hannah had gone straight to her best friend and begged for some help. Luckily 'Lana and Hannah were practically the same size and 'Lana had a rich father back in Spain, the only thing (apart from 'Lana's good and expensive taste) that explained 'Lana's wardrobe. Hannah had tried on dress after dress, and eventually settled on this one, adding her own necklace and matching earrings, and a pair of silver heels that no one would see, the dress was that long

[mrsdiggory]

There was a cracking noise in the air of the Apparating room, then a woman in a cream-coloured cloak winked into existence. Portia walked over to the room's attendant, carefully undoing the clasp of her cloak. She thanked the man as she made a precursory check of her appearance. Her gown was in order as well as her coif. For jewelry, she had chosen to only wear a pair of garnet earrings that matched her hair-clip quite well. She had brought gloves, but decided to leave them with her cloak. The Wenlocks were a family of some affluence and refinement. Living with the Diggorys over the years, however, had taught Portia there was more to life than etiquette. She wanted Hannah to feel comfortable in her presence. They were to become better friends, after all. It wouldn't do to alienate herself from the younger woman. Also, Portia enjoyed relaxing from a position of authority or social ranking. It was nice to simply be Portia

[hannahwho]

Hannah smiled when she caught sight of Portia, more of relief than anything else, which made her slightly embarrassed. "Mrs--" she began, before cutting herself off with a blush, starting over. "Portia. I haven't been waiting long at all, no, and thank you. You look amazing, yourself. Those earrings are simply gorgeous." It wasn't empty praise, either; the dress went perfectly with Portia's colouring and the woman's bearing seemed to scream refinement. Hannah wouldn't be able to pull that off, ever, not in a million years.

She pushed that from her mind, along with the voice that kept telling her she was just a Reading girl, what was she doing here, telling it that she was with a friend, thankyouverymuch, kindly shut up. "Thank you again for the invitation," she then said, smiling a little hesitantly, hoping that Portia hadn't changed her mind about asking Hannah out for the evening; "I really do appreciate it."

[mrsdiggory]

"Thank you." Close enough now, Portia leaned in to kiss each of Hannah's cheeks. "I must admit, this dress is both new and old to me. I bought it some time ago for another occasion. I hadn't the opportunity to wear it, however, as things relating to Mr. Smith became a concern. It wasn't the appropriate time." Those events had been unfortunate, but they were a thing of the past now. They no longer brought a frown to Portia's brow. "The earrings are a family heirloom

[vickys_charm]

Even the mirror hummed approvingly when Vicky stood before it in the dress she'd chosen for the night. Smiling, Vicky felt rather satisfied. Her mirror was notoriously hard to please, but tonight it seemed to be happy with her appearance.

It didn't hurt that it was a dress she'd been dying to wear for almost two years - ever since cousin Diana had run away from her wedding with the Muggle singer the family hired to play at the wedding. No doubt he'd been hired to show just how open minded their family was towards Muggles - which they, of course, weren't at all. Vicky sniggered. She'd been so proud of cousin Diana that day.

Deciding not to wear a necklace, Vicky settled for a pair of cut glass earrings, charmed to look like diamonds, and finished by charming her hair into a simple french twist. She gave herself another glance in the mirror, grabbed the matching evening bag and checked it for the ticket and some money before she Disapparated from the flat directly to the lobby of the opera house

[vickys_charm]

There was something about Ginny that made you notice her the moment she stepped into a room. Vicky wasn't sure if it was the flaming locks of hair or the way she moved, but even with her back turned towards the door, Vicky knew from the reactions of the people around her when Ginny had arrived.

Turning around with a big smile on her face she waived to make sure Ginny spotted her, before making her way through the crowd to meed her.

She hugged Ginny hard when they reached each other, returning the kiss on the cheek before acknowledging her compliment. 'Thanks, so do you,' she said happily. 'That's quite a dress you found,' she added.

[evilcanbepretty]

Lucius always looked good, but there were some nights when "good" was a dreary and totally inadequate descriptor. Now, for instance, he was resplendent. He was perfection personified, dressed in rich velvet robes so black that it reflected as shadowless blue in certain lights, trimmed with silver. Matching silver accents were twined throughout his hair, which Draco had plaited for him earlier that evening. Lucius would never claim actually to enjoy his son's fussing, but the fact that he allowed it and sublty encouraged Draco to brush and plait his hair spoke more than words ever could

[harrysexual]

As he'd laid out the formal robes he'd bought for Harry in rich ruby brocade with chasing phoenix and dragon embroidery that fled in spiraling circles over the back and to Harry's sleeves, Draco knew that he would need to step up his dress for the night. He was tempted to wear his forest green robes to align himself with his old house, but then he decided that would be entirely too predictable. In fact, black seemed trite, and the purple seemed a bit much, somehow

[evilcanbepretty]

Lucius shot Harry a disdainful sneer, and then nodded at Draco. "Indeed. I believe this evening's performance is a selection from different operas, to begin the touring season."

Nodding toward a passing server, Lucius said, "Would you care to take our seats or shall we see if the house champagne is as pitiful as last year's offering?" Not that he expected Potter to be able to tell the difference between good champagne and goat's piss, mind you...

[harrysexual]

"How did that moisturizer work out for you, father? I don't believe you ever told me," he said, his voice sugary sweet as he grinned. He didn't care for the way that his father was sneering at his Harry and he was more than willing to make his point as viciously as a Malfoy could.

He rubbed his hand over Harry's back to reassure him. He was quite pleased that Harry was willing to come with him and he'd made many, many naughty promises to keep him happy with going with it. "We could give the champagne a try. I learned a vintaging charm since last year, so even if it is dreadful, it can be made better."

[hullo_again]

Cedric stared at himself, feeling he was seeing some sort of polyjuiced version of himself that had gotten out of hand. Which was silly as he hadn't been scruffy that long...

Well, nearly a month now. Still...

Perhaps it was because even before Colombia, he'd been wearing a light dusting of stubble. It'd been an attempt look older, more experienced. An attempt to express outwardly what he'd felt inwardly. To say that he was more than just some naive kid. As Cedric studied his clean-shaved face, he had to admit that it might not be necessary anymore. Especially around the eyes, there was something more... mature. Knowing, one might say. Cedric still looked young, which he hadn't been attempting to deny. But he certainly didn't look 18. It was nice. Too bad about the means of acquiring it. Hopefully, it would appeal to Kirley, once he was finally home again. He hoped the look also appealed to Mandy

[mandy_lightful]

Mandy was feeling quite proud of herself as she stepped neatly out of Cedric's Floo and into the living room. She had this Flooing business down to a fine art again, and barely a waft of soot swirled around the startling skirts of her layered black and white evening gown

[hullo_again]

To be honest, Cedric was still a bit uncertain about what he'd see when Mandy came through the Floo. He half-expected to see a man wearing a woman's formal dress and make up. Which would be... odd. But again, Xiomara's hex was doing a fine number on him. What stepped out of the Floo was a tastefully and gender-appropriately dressed young man with blond, curly hair

[mandy_lightful]

Mandy looked around eagerly as Cedric guided her out of the receiving room and into the mingling crowd. She hadn't been here since she was a child, and had only vague memories of lush fabrics and golden faerie light

[dukeofdick]

Kir had arrived alone and early, hanging out backstage. Musicians in the Wizarding world were an incestuous bunch and though he was on tour, he'd gotten an urgent owl from Serena Warbeck (Celestina's youngest) begging him to attend as it was her first solo.

He hadn't notified Cedric of his impending arrival, figuring he wouldn't be terribly interested in an Opera performance and he was still split as to whether he'd head back after congratulating Serena on what he was certain would be a flawless performance or if he'd stay. He was dressed all in black, wearing trousers with a long black frock coat, not having had time to sort out something more formal. She'd assured him it was fine.

Giving her space to deal with her nerves, he headed out into the lobby to sip champagne and see if he knew anyone.