Dance With Me >D

[Brynn Malfoy]

Brynn was quite excited to be able to attend a ball. It wouldn’t be her first ball ever, since she had attend Hogwarts coming out ball in the two years prior, but it was her first non-Hogwarts related ball. Rather girlishly, something that Brynn would never admit, she kind of hoped that she’d meet some interesting gentleman that night. Someone rich and hot and pureblooded that her father would approve of and she could write to Tig about.

Unfortunately, her sister’s death had shrunk her potential pool of colours down to about three. She was lucky to have entered the half-mourning period, so that her Italian renaissance costume could have some grays too.

Her dancing card was ready in her hand and Brynn was now waiting for someone ask for a dance. Her still not being out meant that it wouldn’t do for her to try too hard to find dancing partners, but she’d certainly not turn them away if they came her way!

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

The group of Pendergast Roses were quite attractive in his eyes, excluding his sister. Yes, she was gorgeous, but Mathias wasn't the sort of creep to have incestuous tendencies towards his sisters. He'd already danced with three ladies, one who was the daughter of a ministry official, one who was another Pendergast Rose, and one whom he'd already forgotten the name of.

Mathias was the type of man who needed a woman to capture his interest with something other than her looks. He was a Ravenclaw—he needed someone who could capture his mental interest rather than just his eyes. There was exceptions to the matter, and it involved hair color of all things. Mathias was naturally attracted to brunettes, but sometimes a family name could turn his uncertainty towards blondes and suddenly make him want to be around a woman.

That was exactly what happened when he noticed Miss Malfoy. Mathias took a deep breath and approached the Rose from behind, clearing his throat. "Good evening, Miss Malfoy" he said, his voice clear and smooth. He didn't thinks he would even know his name, but he kept his eyes on the young, available ladies from respectable pureblood families.

  

[Brynn Malfoy]

Brynn was not one to be startled easily, but it she did almost raise an eyebrow when a pirate approached her from behind. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to scare her or anything, but if he had his attempt had definitely not been successful.

“You find me at a disadvantage,” the blonde said rather apathetically, though her tone was pleasant enough. “You know my name, but I do not know yours! Or, I suppose, your costume had the desired effect.” That was tossed there just as an excuse, really. Brynn genuinely didn’t know who that man was, which probably meant that he wasn’t someone particularly noteworthy otherwise her mother would have showed him to her earlier.

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

October 31st, 1884
#Brynn Malfoy
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Mathias never had the desire to scare anyone with his costume; in all reality his mother had chosen it for him. He felt uncomfortable dressing in something other than his own clothes, but he supposed there were others who were dressed a bit more eccentrically than him. He almost internally sighed when she didn't seem at all enthusiastic or.. well.. like any of the other pleasant young women he'd met during the night. To be polite, though, he gave a small smile and a nod of respect.

"My name is Mathias Beaumont," he said, regaining his worn French accent when he spoke his name. His first language was French, but he'd grown up in England and had developed an accent that mixed both British and English tone. He supposed that it might seem odd for him to switch between accents, but he naturally changed his accent to fit with the person he was speaking to.

  

[Brynn Malfoy]

Just as Brynn had suspected, his name was not a particularly impressive one. She did recognize it, though. It’d be impossible for her not to recognize it, when there was an Anais Beaumont attending the same school she did.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Brynn said with her same tone of indifference. She kept her ‘somewhat enthusiastic’ tone for men with surnames like Lestrange and Black. “Are you related to Miss Anais Beaumont, by any chance?”