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"Oh I would love to meet her! You think you could introduce us?" Her eyes widened in excitement, a gasp leaving her lips. Serra had seen the witch around before but she had never been formally introduced. It'd be amazing to hear gossip straight from the source. "Oh I know a ton." It would be a perfect moment to dish on Alara too. "I think I've got a few minutes. He said something about going to speak to my cousin Emir."
"Would you like an introduction? I'm sure she wouldn't mind getting to ask some questions to someone so interesting. You must have heard some things. Yes it's better to show up with a date to these kinds of things isn't it, gives you someone to get back to suddenly when approached by less than desirable company." He looked around for her escort. "I hope you don't have to wander off too soon?"
It was almost inevitable that they would run into each other at events and yet she got annoyed each time she saw Alara's face. "But I do love rubbing my freedom under your nose."
If this night could get any worse, running into her cousin, sure was the cherry on top. Alara finishes the glass of champagne in her hand, not sure if that was number three or four, but she would require one after this little interaction. "Please do, you could go find him now. Spare us this conversation." She was not in the mood tonight.
"Hey! Like everything about me, my vision is perfect. I do not have a single physical flaw."
Serra's parents always told her so from the moment she was born, so that stuck with her. They didn't want her to run the shop, which was a good thing because she didn't want to run it either. It was better off left to the employees, they could get their hands dirty. Working was not for her. Even the idea of it seemed exhausting. She liked having her free time to do whatever she pleased. Like shopping and relaxing.
Regulus had truthfully never been a fan of events like this, especially weddings. He had never seen much of a point at all in them and he wasn't disillusioned to the fact that they were only an excuse to make people pay attention to you. He was also just becoming so tired of the extravagance. He felt like weddings were the only things his family talked about now. Bellas, Narcissa', his, it was just so exhausting. He'll just be glad when its all finally over and done with. He's stealthy in the way he grabs a glass of wine off a waiters tray, not that it would have been an issue, but, its one less person to talk to if he wasn't seen, all to turn and see Serra of all people ready to greet him. Really though, Serra wasn't bad company, at least compared to most of the people on the guest list she wasn't "Hey," He greeted with a smile. "Well, I've not been hiding, maybe you need your eyes checked." He teased lightly.
Serra loved all kinds of parties, any excuse to put on a pretty dress and have a few drinks was her idea of a good time. The Malfoy wedding was said to be the event of the season, she pitied anyone else having to follow that wedding. Luckily for her, her cousins were both betrothed now which meant they were getting married before her and she was still free to do whatever she wanted. Serra liked the life of having no responsibilities. It was easy and convenient. Smiling as she thanked the handsome wizard she took the glass of champagne from him.
"Thank you very much. I do agree with that sentiment. Weddings are much more enjoyable with a drink in hand."
where: the garden kew, london who: @serraborgin
Thorfinn showed for appearances, and that one of his closest friends was part of the wedding party and married to the sister of the other, and he was not going to turn down free alcohol. A petite witch caugt his attention, attractive, that he found his way over to where she was standing, grabbing two glasses of champagne.
"You are without a drink. That is not allowed at a wedding. Here you go." He holds it out for her.
Hearing Antonin's voice directed at her she couldn't help but smile, clearly pleased. He was a very handsome wizard so she always enjoyed looking at him and especially hearing his words when he complimented her so. "I do have to admit that desperation does not attract me. I do find that bringing a date tonight has helped to ward off the desperate ones. I saw you've arrived with Miss Skeeter? I'm a big fan of hers." She considered gossip articles to be the height of journalism.
Who: @serraborgin Where: Malfoy x Black Wedding
Mingling at this wedding was as much for connections as fun and gossip and the young woman he had found seemed like she would be all three. "Miss Borgin, I'm surprised to find you alone with so many elidable and desperate bachelors about I thought you would be besieged by offers of drinks and dancing, or perhaps I've just been lucky enough to find you during a lull?"
location: malfoy wedding status: for @alaraselwyn
"I guess congratulations are in order. For you that is. I'll be sure to personally give Evan my condolences for being stuck with you." Her smile was saccharine as she looked over at her cousin, her eyes blatently trying to figure out how many carats the engagement ring on Alara's finger had.
status: for @thelionshrt location: Malfoy wedding
Finding Regulus in the masses of this wedding didn't provide to be as easy of a task as she had thought in the beginning. Of course it only made sense that the wedding of two prominent pureblood families would be a big celebration, it would be embarrassing if no one showed up. After about ten minutes of searching she'd been just about ready to abandon her task, when she finally spotted him, walking over to greet her friend. "There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Serra noticed several things about the witch that approached her immediately. First off, she looked familiar in a way where she was sure she must have seen her at parties and social gatherings before. Second, she was very tall and gorgeous too so surely she would have something important to say. It was always easier to trust someone good looking than someone ugly, at least that's what she thought.
"Thank you." At the compliment Serra smiled while her hair looking good was a fact it was still nice to have someone else say it. "Exactly! I have just bought this exquisite lipgloss and what a shame it would be to not see the sparkles reflect off of it." Her father had not understood that when she tried explaining it earlier that morning. "Oh my father is one of the owners. You see the sign? It says Borgin's & Burke's. We're the Borgin part of that."
Walking the streets of Knockturn Alley Sinistra saw a witch standing outside Borgin and Burke's. She looked disgusted. The store itself had many great products but Sinistra only went in when she needed something in particular. She always sneezed whenever she walked in. Dust everywhere. Disheveled. Dark and dank. The witch outside must have been thinking the same thing.
As she walked closer she heard her talking about the dust. She was right. Then she heard she was supposed to take over the shop. Interesting.
"I don't blame you. Appearances are quite important and your hair is quite lovely. As is your makeup which would be unseen in the dim lighting." Sinistra pointed out. "What makes you the lucky one to come to own such a store?"
Serra didn't make a habit of helping out at her dad's shop, but when Raf asked her for a favor and promised it would only be a couple of minutes, she relented begrudgingly. The man had asked her all kinds of questions she didn't know and she told him she didn't work there and yet he kept talking to her, insisting that she must know when his delivery would come in. As if she ever spent a minute looking over at the books. Ridiculous. Serra sighed in relief when Raffaella came back and answered his question.
"You know it is. You should tell Jeff to clean the place up a bit. Perhaps roll his sleeves up a bit. I'd like to watch."
“Love, that makes two of us,” Raffaella chuckled as her lifelong friend and stand-in coworker pouted behind the counter. The customer she’d left Serra with was a loyal one who’d been coming there for years; she and her father knew him well, so there was no real harm done. Frankly, she’d only sent her to the front of the shop for her own amusement. “Corvus,” she called to the confused elderly man standing by the cursed silverware. “Your delivery will be in tomorrow,” she reassured him as he lowered his head and took his leave.
At the magical ding signaling the door closing, Raff turned to Serra, her mirth failing not to peek through. “Are you trying to say it’s dusty in here? In our shop?”
"Oh I love Sleekeazy. Your father is a genius. You must tell him that I am a big fan." Were her eyes playing tricks on her or did he get cuter after graduation? He'd always been good looking, which is why she didn't understand why he would date Alara, but the scruff was working for him. "Oh you must have misunderstood. I don't want to work. Never have. Never will."
"Ah, well, if that happens, do I have a product for you! Sleekeazy's Hair potion. Two drops tames even the most bothersome barnet," he reeled off with a dazzling smile, as if it was an advertisement. Unbeknownst to many, James Potter was what some may consider a nepo baby himself. "The hair might be saved after all. You're free to work to your heart's content."
If there was one thing that was constant, it was her dislike of Alara. The two of them had never gotten along, despite their parents trying to force them together at every family event growing up. It only made Serra dislike her more. "Please, you wish your hands looked as well maintained as mine. Here I thought you'd be proud of your workers hands." She rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't want to be in charge. But they'd totally leave me to it if I wanted to be." Which was a lie.
One would think cousins were close, and she would have wished that, considering they were close in age, yet the opposite happened — driving them apart. Azure hues glance down at her perfectly manicured nails, keeping them tidy for work. "I'd hate to take it away from you. Your claws really need working on." A sweet smile on her features. "You sure about that?" It shouldn't come this naturally to insult family like this. "You are here, in the shop, and I can assume they would not leave you in charge." The place would surely burn to the ground if she was left alone to her own devices.
"Oh I don't work here." Serra looked over at Barty, almost offended that he has mistaken her for someone that works. What about her outfit gave working class? She looked down at herself, deciding that it must be the shoes and she should get rid of them as soon as she got home. "You'd have much better luck at Borgin's & Burke's, where again I don't work, but my name is on the door so it's automatically superior."
𝐖𝐇𝐎: open to all. 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: the junk shop.
the store was dimly lit and cramped, with shelves overflowing with oddments and dust. barty steps inside, his gaze sharp as he navigates through the clutter, nose upturned, he really would prefer not to be here.
barty’s footsteps are soft on the dust-covered floor as he moves past ancient artifacts and peculiar gadgets. he pauses and glances around, eyes landing on a figure in one of the labyrinthine aisles, finally a shopkeeper to assist. “i’m looking for something… particular. something a bit out of the ordinary. ideas?”
When they were children, Serra didn't mind Alara's company. In fact she had even welcomed it as they were around the same age and she would finally have someone to play with that wasn't a maid or a house elf. Growing up as an only child was only and when she saw her cousin running around with her two older siblings she'd gotten jealous. Jealousy had always been the root of their issues, not that Serra would have ever admitted that aloud. "Oh I have a nail appointment in a couple of hours, I could move it to give it to you. You look like you need it." She grimaced, looking down at Alara's hands. "Please. My hair is never flat." Serra scoffed, making a mental note to get out her pocket mirror once Alara left. To make sure. That's all. "How should I know?"
Alara didn't understand why her cousin hated her so much, but over the years, it slowly started to build up on her side. It was how princess behaviour irked her. Serra had never worked a day in her life and expected to be pampered. She could be biased, but that was her opinion anyway. "We wouldn't want you to break a nail." A coy smile etches onto her lips. "Your hair is your best feature? Aiming low." Shrug of her shoulders. "Seems a little flat today." This was the last person she wanted to see. "Is Rafealla around?"
"I really don't see how you could've missed me." Serra exclaimed doubtful, looking at the other witch. In her mind she was noticed everywhere she went and by everyone. It was her impeccable style and her looks that brought her the attention she believed to deserve. If there was one thing she wasn't lacking it was self confidence. "You know what. I'll be gracious and I'll accept your apology. You should watch where you're going next time."
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esther's heels clicked softly against the polished floor of st. mungo's as she made her way through the corridor, her raven-black hair neatly braided and her green eyes sharp. a stack of parchments was clutched to her chest, the top sheet revealing complex potion formulas. as she rounded the corner, she nearly collided with another person. with practiced grace, she steadied herself, her free hand instinctively reaching for her wand before she caught herself.
"my apologies," she said, her voice cool and controlled. "i should have been more careful." her gaze swept over the individual, assessing them quickly.
status: open to anyone
Ever since Raffaella had taken over for her father there had been questions directed at her asking when it her turn to join and work in the shop as well. It was called Borgin's & Burke's after all. What was the polite way to say absolutely not? She was way too pretty to work at a place with bad lighting, adding onto the fact of how stuffy it was. Even if the shop was fully renovated, it would have been a firm no. She was too pretty to work in general if you asked her. "Oh Salazar, no. My dad is not making me take over the shop. It's too dusty for me. I couldn't risk my hair to loose its shine and appear dull. It's one of my best features."
The Great Gatsby (2013) dir. Baz Luhrmann | Promising Young Woman (2020) dir. Emerald Fennell